Belief

[Verse 1: Accent] If you believe something has it come true? And if it does for you will others too trust this “truth”? To human beings what warrants proof, such that’s clutched and used? Or ‘s untouched but woos and’s comfort soothes so thus is understood? And who constructs the rules, one astute yet drudging loon Whose rubbish fools by hundreds to corrupt recruit and hunt anew? Or just a dude whose hunger brews as he discovers clues To what’s above, construing sumptuous jewels that his love persues? And who instructs the youths, dumb buffoons whose lungs are tools To numb, confuse and shun the students of a school when tongues dispute Or honorable productive few who’re blood look upwards to’nd The bunch reviews countries’ uncouth disgusting roots in utter doom What governs groups of gullible suckers that follow suit And hums a tune lulling fools under to snooze while is among the moons Or’s from a womb and once had used a couple thumbs to chew With gums and drool that jut a tooth to tug at soon's it’s sudd'nly loose [Hook: Accent] What am I to make of all this? Some will lie to faces often And I don’t know why I stay to absorb it If I I tell no they’ll try to erase my thoughts And wash my mind [Verse 2: Accent] Was it an explosion Of no known proportion that opened a floating ocean of stars? (of stars) And once one ends its glowing Does a nova’s core then re-form to a sort of hole in the dark? (the dark) And have we been stead’ly growing From amoebas slowly over the seasons into what creatures we are? (we are) Or even easier a notion That people will read was spoken as breeding us from the speech of a God? (a God) And when we cease to know things Are beings decomposing the seeds that are thrown for feeding as marl? (as marl) Or when our breathing’s going Do we see plateaus of the holiest reach in secrets beyond? (beyond) Tell me is belief chosen? By each and their own via freedom to mold the meanings in hearts? (in hearts) Or is it beaten right over them And then seemingly woven into the deepest emotions when taught? (when taught) [Verse 3: Benefit] If we could play the universe in reverse and rewind it in time Would we find a divine mind behind the design Or would we find the divine mind we're trying to define Too hard to find and incline it's all unguided and blind? Everything mathematically intertwined and combined Dramatically fine tuned then aligned and refined Down to gravity the moon and the rise of the tide But are we gradually consumed by the lies and the pride? Or the tragedies that doomed all of the guys that have died Is it hard to see the truth through our eyes that have cried? Is it a matter of chance that dna happened gather and dance And transform ‘to something rather advanced? We're buried under an avalanche of chatter and rants That seem to subtract a lot more than they add or enhance Does belief form or collapse from the facts and the proof That impacts a synapse that adapts to the truth?