The Venetia Fair - (I) We Used To Worship The Moon lyrics

I'm losing control here It's like these thoughts have a mind of their own The dam's not gonna hold if I can't Get a f**in' grip here It's inescapable maybe I'll drown In the questions or maybe I'll build The arc above the sea In clear defiance of law and science belief stands unswayed I'm fairly certain behind the curtain's a provable divinity A marriage of faith with the knowledge and atheists faithlessly question I need to pull him out for all to see 'Cause I'm sick of looking for God at his home (Own what you know) We used to worship the moon until we (Pray how you'll pray) Landed on its face and saw we spoke too soon (Own what you know) If he is infinite then (Pray how you'll pray) What could he be hiding in if that's so? Surely ubiquity means he's in every sick Disgusting thought we've got in our brains And I am quite sure the mind knows no bounds It's got infinite potential Infinite potential for pain So maybe he's holed up in the endless expanses of human desolation Their fears and ambitions, their bullsh** superstitions Cracking the code means I've got to crack some skulls