Again I find myself wishing that The Universe was fair. Or organized, at least, not so disjointed. I wish I could believe, That there's someone watching us. But again I find myself just disappointed. The Universe does Not know about us. One thing we should know; We're just here to go If I truly did believe, Then I'd truly be relieved Of responsibility For my actions. Again I find myself looking for reasons That I know I won't find. There are none, but we all look anyway. There's no overmind With plots and grand designs. And if there was, how could he let us Live this way? The Universe does Not care about us. One thing we should know; We're just here to go. If I truly did believe, Then I'd truly be relieved Of responsibility For my actions. Wishing will not make him real. Praying will not make him feel. Dying will not help reveal Any answers. Every cruelty and Every pestilence. Every cancer and Every tribute band. All the anger, All the hatred, All the bullets, All the racists, All ignorance, Every goddamn thing. Again I find myself wishing that I could believe the lies Of madmen seeking profit and control. If I could believe, I'd live a life of ease; No need to think, Just playing out the role.