The scientist told me when I stopped by his house
That my heart is an organ, pumping my blood.
That love is a chemical reaction in my head
And that when I pray, I pray to no one.

Thank God for facts and knowledge
Thank geniuses for hydrogen.

The pastor told me when I stopped by the church.
That the scientist is scheming, he's feeding me shit.
He says God talks to him, speaks to his soul.
And that God meant nothing by the black plague.

Thank God for facts and knowledge
Thank geniuses for hydrogen.

I'm not so sure anymore.
I'm not so sure anymore.
Who's sure about anything anymore?
...not I