To nothing I am a pilgrim, negative religion, but I am not super natural, I’m just a regular machine,
Before anything you’re his children, and man you love your religion, you are so super natural, you are not like me,
The dream stops with me.
Don’t speak if you can’t listen, don’t move without permission,
you’re just a choir boy coaxed into conviction, you’ve got a crowded mind,
no room for your own opinions.