(Yeah)
Yeah
I set no pretense
Imma have to hit you with the bass
You know
I'm a dope fiend
Smokin' weed
Music addict
But I ain't here to talk about it
This song ain't for myself
I picture something grander
Queue the strings and the keyboards
Invoke an ancient spirit
Add more steps to the ritual
Cause that sure wasn't working
And so I queue the organ
All these mountains
All these rivers and deserts won't do
It's a new ocean I long for
Don't stop now
All the voices
I have allowed them in
They told me all their secrets
But I never utter thine
Held in the grip of a ventriloquist
His fingers run through mine
All the voices
I have allowed them in
They told me all their secrets
But I never utter thine
Held in the grip of a ventriloquist
His fingers run through mine
Take!
Take away this part of me
Take!
Take away the worse of me
Take!
Take away this part of me
Take!
Take away the worse of me
"Why do you need your God?
If they don't exist, then they don't exist
We have to live with it"
"Ah, yes, but you don't
Yo don't live with it
You only think of death
You only think of Valhalla"
"And all you think about is Heaven"
"Valhalla is ridiculous!
All the dead warriors
Get to fight again in a courtyard"
"Then they are both ridiculous"
