Long Way Out, Pt. 2

(album: Realistic - 2011)

I guess it's always been around
This idea that we're profound
That we are somehow chosen

Seems it's always been the same
We need a God to blame
Something to which we are beholden

And deep inside this can of worms
You'll find the entrance to the sewer
Of extreme religious fervour

That's where they fall upon their swords
As they sing praises to the lord
Then search for paradise forever

You only got to look around
As you walk the poisoned ground
To see the way the wind is blowing

Ain't nothing special 'bout our lives
But we'd surely be advised
To take control of where we're going

Ain't nobody looking down
No one cares if we drown
Better get used to this idea

Ain't no point in looking up
'Cause empty space don't give a damn
We are on our own down here

Yes, we are...