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There's no ghost in this machine I make my own mistakes We seem like skeletons with bone head beliefs History's been crucified Humans supernaturalized We hope we're not alone Exploded stars and space debris Taught itself to make some things like us Was that all? What was there before the bang? How did 'nothing' come to end at once? Let's ask the atheists Let's ask the atheists, the astronauts The mystics of the amazon The priests, the cults, the witches, the pope The crystal ball, the fear of god The tarot cards, the dowsing rod Theologians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists say, know Say, 'we don't know' Cults arise from ego Sick with poltergeists and demons Tune your TV to the snow Watch the first thing ever known - it's always on When nothing's over what was there? How did nothing come to end at once? Let's ask the atheists Let's ask the astronauts Let's ask the priests, the cults, the witches, the pope Dice, the monks, shaman, the nuns Buddha, the holy ghost, satanists, the philosophes Meditators, pyramids, mathematicians, acid heads Theologians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists say, know Say, 'we don't know' Cults arise from egos Sick with poltergeists and demons
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