Ballad in the Key of Truth

Madness is the only method left in these old beliefs,
Promises of next world chain you to these Earthly griefs,
The thing under your bed is now sleeping with your wife,
The devil takes your living and gives you the afterlife.

You say faith will turn you into a believer,
But faith is nothing more than a great deceiver,
Truth is; I don't believe what I don't know,
And I don't know just because you say so.

Well if no one can know what the truth is,
What good is the truth at all,
In absence of proof and absent it is,
The truth is nothing more than the law,
But the truth could be we are all right here,
Trying to figure out what the truth could be,
But it doesn't matter if the light is off or on,
If you're blind; well then you just will not see.

If everyone must find the truth for themselves,
Then it cannot be divined from the book on the shelf,
Truth is; I don't believe what I don't know,
And I don't know just because you say so.

Some ridiculous religion some cultural-cult,
Is why this will never be what it is,
Pop a star up the charts; study sound-bite bibles,
Go to mock a monkey and a math wiz,
In this world every time we discover a new sky,
When we should fly we always prefer to fight,
So we sit around debating of our darkness,
When in fact everything is light.

But if you're just not comfortable believing in your-self,
You can always go and believe in something else,
Truth is; I don't believe what I don't know,
And I don't know just because you say so.