You are the God of the gaps
Rooted in your own moral map
You've become my excuse
When will you... Will nature find you?
What makes you the spirit of truth?
Who created you, wheres the proof?
I can't ignore history
If all this isn't right
Then why not come show me?
(Oh, why not come show me?)
You are the God of the gaps
Unknown to the eyes of man
What makes you the spirit of truth?
Who created you, am I the proof?
(Oh, am I the proof?)