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Call me foolish, call me stupid and naive
I've got these feelings they keep me thinking free
Some call it God, father, son, holy ghost
Krishna, Yahweh, Allah, the list goes on and on
All this searching belief and trust and faithfulness
For me everything is here, deep inside of me
In the name of love, hate and twisted righteousness
Moral indignations confounds hypocrisy
Call it what you want, it permeates our history
Religious institutions try to control reality
I don't need anyone to tell me
What I should believe
Or how to deal with the force that created me
Don't believe in hell and hate
And punishment as a fate
Just throw aside the guilt and lies
Deal with what you feel