Father's sitting in his cage spouting his beliefs
But all I hear is my hate and his fear, hell, I can't even speak
And it really freaks me out, how can people talk like this?
Striving for humility but never reaching it
Never even coming close, no they're just the opposite
I guess confidence, it's addictive
As I step on this stage, the pastor stands in the light and his creatures swoon and sway
Yes, but I can always cut you in half and there will still be as much I cannot see in you as you cannot in me
So let us not confuse our thoughts with our beliefs
The more you listen, the more you learn
Each book you read is one fewer you'll burn
We're all as good as lost, for an unknown prize we reach
But it seems to me, he who says the least has the most to teach
So how 'bout we shut our goddamn mouths? No one needs to hear us preach