There's always a sense of danger
Lurking inside your horoscope
They'll never get it perfect
Just how you like it
There's always a sense of menace
Present in all religions
What is it that they have got
That you haven't got
The last time that you really prayed
And meant every word you said
On your knees as a child
On your knees wondering why
And then you found a bigger world
And the drugs and pretty girls
Now God doesn't seem so real after all
There's always a sense of faithlessness
Present in a purge of faithfulness
You gotta know how the opposites attract
Your doubt stronger than your belief
You base your ethics on mortality
When you die, you will merely cease
Or so you think
Oh, the last ounce of your belief was spent
Praying in the back of the car,
Hoping she wasn't really going through with it after all
And now her womb is full of wax and
You're practicing your incest
Of two liars, of two in denial
Breeding atheists