Lined up in neat little rows
With the lifestyle that you chose
Or were forced into believing
It’s all grifters selling tales
From allegorical entrails
In exchange for your freedom
It’s been years since we last met
You are kind and intelligent
But that doesn’t stand to reason
Things are fine; I don’t need gods
They can’t be relied upon
And they don’t give me any meaning
Or anything to believe in
You can dance alone with your reflections
Convince yourself that there’s more to what we see
For all we know, we’re just impressions
But none of that means anything to me
And the painful truth is, you’re better than your beliefs
I see shapes in stars
But we know what they are
So tell me how you plan to work this out
When you can’t tell the sights from the sounds
They’ll take advantage of your pain
Provide a powdered down cocaine
All you have to do is leap
Now it hurts to see you fall
For the mean and mystical
Just bow down, rinse, repeat
So go and dance alone with your reflections
Convince yourself that there’s more to what we see
For all we know, we’re just impressions
But none of that means anything to me
And the painful truth is, you’re better than your beliefs
So for now, let's just agree to disagree.