Dreams that don’t exist or exist on trust,
God and the devil are always with us.
You think you’re dreaming something new. You know
You’re the new number in the same old show
That’s been running a quarter-million years
Or so, the tunes on which all kids are reared.
They’re born prepared to weigh up faith and doubt.
We all think we’re haunted from inside out,
When most of what we know drifts outside in.
Billions of deceased voices sing of sin.
Worlds can improve. We can move them along.
Your problem’s not the choice of song. It’s song.
God and the devil are always with us.
You think you’re dreaming something new. You know
You’re the new number in the same old show
That’s been running a quarter-million years
Or so, the tunes on which all kids are reared.
They’re born prepared to weigh up faith and doubt.
We all think we’re haunted from inside out,
When most of what we know drifts outside in.
Billions of deceased voices sing of sin.
Worlds can improve. We can move them along.
Your problem’s not the choice of song. It’s song.
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