There's no Ghost in this machine,
I make my own mistakes,
We seem like skeletons with bonehead police,
Histories can crucify,
Human super-naturalize,
We hope, we're not alone.

Exploded stars and space debris,
Taught itself to make some things,
A cut, then done up,
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 withes, the pope,
The crystal ball, the fear of god,
The tarot cards, the dancing rug,
The enochians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists.
Say, no
Say, we don't know.

Ghosts arise from egos
Sick with poltergeists and demons.

Tune your DVD to snow
Watch the first thing ever known
It's always on
But 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, the Satanists
The philosults, mediators, pyramids, mathematicians
As it ends, the enochians, alchemists, black magicians, physicists
Say, no.
Say, we don?t know.

Ghosts arise from egos
Sick with poltergeists and demons.

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Writer(s): CLARK BAECHLE, JACOB THIELE, JOEL PETERSEN, MICHAEL DAPPEN, TODD BEACHLE