materialist
Singer:bad religion
you're obsesssed and distressed
cause you can't make any sense of the ludicrous nonsense
that will deem your common sense useless
but my plan keeps falling through
i know i have to face the harshnes
and i have to walk this mile in my own shoes
and i guess i'm full of doubt
so i'm prone to hear you out and refuse
there ain't no fear in this
so don't talk of hidden mysteries with me. mind over matter
if the street's idle chatter turns your heart strings to tatters
flatter hopes don't flatter and soul batter won't congeal to mend
a life that is shattered into shards
the process of belief is an elixir when you're weak
at times i indulge it on the sneak
but generally my outlook's not so bleak
and i guess i'm full of doubt
but i'll gladly have it out with you
it's there for all to see
so don't of hidden mysteries with me
our future's one big zero
recycling the past to meet the immediate needs
and through it all we ramble forth with perservere and climb
our mountains of regret to sow our seeds