All came about like magic
And lies between the lines
That sweet smell of mystic
Is nothing but a lie
We can call it faith
But its true name is denial
Ignoring is your choice
Oblivious but divine
Still the Holy Spirit's voice
Is nothing but a lie
That you're calling faith
But its true name is denial
It's all just numbers…
Perfectly ordered
Breeding the answers
Real, prime and whole
There is no soul
Some of us better
Better than others
Compiling numbers
Even and odd
There is no god
Everything is number…
Here in the hands of weakness
All sheltered and confined
No one feels the urge to confess
We are nothing but a lie
Because we still call it faith
When its true name's still denial