Song 9

I believe what I believe 'cause I'm told to
You believe what you believe 'cause you're told to
Now, who do you believe:
The ones who told me
Or who told you?

I figured by now that you must have
Found some god to put all your trust in
But even if he's real
His golden cathedrals
Are rusting

It's hard finding a god

And I'd like to believe that he's risen
But bibles bend light like a prism
And although its rays
Bounce all over the place
Something's missing

So you could put god on a shelf
Put all of your faith in yourself
But you're only a man
Damn it, all of your plans
Go to hell

It's hard being your own god

I believe what I believe 'cause I'm born to
You believe what you believe 'cause you're born to
And we go our own ways
But can we really
Afford to?