Lyrics Belief - Accent, Kinetics, Dylan Owen

Belief

Was it an explosion
Of no known proportion that opened a floating ocean of stars?
And once one ends its glowing
Does a nova’s core then re-form to a sort of hole in the dark?
And have we been stead’ly growing
From amoebas slowly over the seasons into what creatures we are?
Or even easier a notion
That people will read was spoken as breeding us from the speech of a God?
And when we cease to know things
Are beings decomposing the seeds that are thrown for feeding as marl?
Or when our breathing’s going
Do we see plateaus of the holiest reach in secrets beyond?
Tell me is belief chosen?
By each and their own via freedom to mold the meanings in hearts?
Or is it beaten right over them
And then seemingly woven into the deepest emotions when taught?
What am I to make of all this?
You still lie to me so often
And I don’t know why I stay to absorb it
When my teachers try to erase my thoughts and wash my mind
If we could play the universe in reverse and rewind it in time
Would we find a divine mind behind the design
Or would we find the divine mind we’re trying to define
Too hard to find and incline it’s all unguided and blind?
Everything mathematically intertwined and combined
Dramatically fine tuned then aligned and refined
Down to gravity the moon and the rise of the tide
But are we gradually consumed by the lies and the pride?
Or the tragedies that doomed all of the guys that have died
Is it hard to see the truth through our eyes that have cried?
Is it a matter of chance that DNA happened gather and dance
And transform ‘to something rather advanced?
We’re buried under an avalanche of chatter and rants
That seem to subtract a lot more than they add or enhance
Does belief form or collapse from the facts and the proof
That impacts a synapse that adapts to the truth?
You can believe in Illuminati…
But, I believe that I am a computer probably, trapped in a human body
Actually I’m just oddly behaving and fairly awkward
If I don’t have a drink in my hand then I’m barely talking
I don’t know, yo maybe it’s just me
I’m paranoid things ain’t always what they seem
Like what if someone’s in control and I’m unaware
Somewhere up in the air are a couple of puppeteers
We play with a gray box and pray that the pain stops
Our nation is brainwashed, we’re havin' the same thoughts
But the only Curiosity left, you gave it to Mars
What if it’s all a dream and you basically are
Just a laboratory brain in a jar?
Ayo son…
Is it a matter of luck that lightening actually struck
Inside the ocean and awoken the inanimate muck?
And all the matter and bacteria magically puffed
And the planet erupted into these birds, mammals and bugs
Then a mammal grew a hand with a thumb
Then that thumb pressed a button on a phone that made humanity dumb
Yo, who you think built all them pyramids for Egyptians?
Who you think left the material with directions?
So when I die, let my soul be sent to the ocean
And my mind genetically coded and cryogenically frozen
What am I to make of all this?
You still lie to me so often
And I don’t know why I stay to absorb it
When my teachers try to erase my thoughts and wash my mind
My guess
This is a wrinkle in time stretched
The Middletown sun sets in my window
Goodbye friend
It’s been a whole week, I haven’t figured out life yet
But everything’s alright, just believe
I’ll blame it on another night with the knight in me frightened
Fighting for final insight to life
When the times weren’t the brightest
Right!
or the lights were the blindest kind
At the sight of goodbyes, we stifled in silence
But started fires the size of the ocean right there inside us
The white winter solstice lightens up our mighty emotions
And takes flight like when you’d fly off of the height of my shoulders
Before the the boxer kids the bimbos the haunted houses the car washes
Back before the coffeeshops the bingos and the shopping strips
It was just us in the world, gold and clear eyed
Glowing in the sunset bitten air while your hair dried
Our linked hearts were big martyr pick-card advice
I hung myself and watched you blossom like string garden lights
Now I carry the cannon carefully casually count my losses
I’m carrying on… mapping to fashion a match that’s stronger
This half of the glass is planning to shatter after the morning
So I stand at the shore like the sand at the water
And swallow my belief
What am I to make of all this?
You still lie to me so often
And I don’t know why I stay to absorb it
When my teachers try to erase my thoughts and wash my mind