i believe what i believe 'cause i'm told to
you believe what you believe 'cause you're told to
now who do you believe:
the ones who told me
or who told you?
i figured by now that you must have
found some god to put all your trust in
but even if he's real
his golden cathedrals
are rusting
it's hard finding a god
i'd like to believe that he's risen
but bibles bend light like a prism
and though all its rays
bounce all over the place
something's missing
so you could put god on a shelf
put all of your faith in yourself
but you're only a man
damn it, all of your plans
go to hell
it's hard being your own god
i believe what i believe 'cause i'm born to
you believe what you believe 'cause you're born to
and we go our own ways
but can we really
afford to?