machine in the ghost

faint, the

there's no ghost in this machine

i make my own mistakes

we seem like skeletons with bone head beliefs

history's been crucified

humans supernaturalized

we hope we're not alone

exploded stars and space debris

taught itself to make some things like us

was that all?

what was there before the bang?

how did nothing come to end at once?

let's ask the atheists

let's ask the atheists

the astronauts

the mystics of the amazon

the priests

the cults

the witches

the pope

the crystal ball

the fear of god

the tarot cards

the dowsing rod

theologians

alchemists

black magicians

physicists say

know

say

we don't know"