Dinosaur, God Hates It When We Think
This earth will burn and rot away one day
If we're still here, we'll die a painful death
We are so different, but we think that we're more
Than just animals
But we're not, we've just got more technical with time
The only reason I can say this is because we comprehend it
And we argue just to exercise our minds
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
It's out of your control
I don't know what God is, but I know what he isn't
A white man in the clouds, who we should constantly be pleasing
No more brainwashing for me
Find a different host
They're words on paper
I'm sure that two fish couldn't read
Too bad they had the chance to learn
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
Before we wrote this song, we only thought about it
And then before the words, we only hummed the rhythm
I'm grateful for the chance, to release all this tension
I'm coping with the thought, that we might be inventions
If we're still here, we'll die a painful death
We are so different, but we think that we're more
Than just animals
But we're not, we've just got more technical with time
The only reason I can say this is because we comprehend it
And we argue just to exercise our minds
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
It's out of your control
I don't know what God is, but I know what he isn't
A white man in the clouds, who we should constantly be pleasing
No more brainwashing for me
Find a different host
They're words on paper
I'm sure that two fish couldn't read
Too bad they had the chance to learn
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
(Alas, get back) to what you were saying about how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
Before we wrote this song, we only thought about it
And then before the words, we only hummed the rhythm
I'm grateful for the chance, to release all this tension
I'm coping with the thought, that we might be inventions
Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Melero, Aric Garcia, John Stirrat, Shane Gann
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