I know the secret of life 
You are nothing to anyone but yourself 
Do you really know the world? 
Or are you living in a dream inside your head? 

All that you think you know 
Everything that you think you see 
Calculated reactions of what you percieve 
Electrical signals dictate your thoughts 
Your sense of self, your memories 
Reduceable to math and chemistry 
Biological [bad word] like clockwork 
But we're still nothing more than machines 

Cling to your religion if you must 
It won't help you in the end 
Your feelings of salvation 
Psychological fabrication 

If your life is too hard without your god 
Then go ahead and die on your knees 
 [bad word] food for the worms 
You're not cut out for this brave new world 

I find it hard to care about loss of life 
Maybe because I know it too well 
To exist one moment and not the next 
Rejoin the earth, the only [bad word] place we know 

Do you really know the world? 
Or are you living in a dream inside your head? 
Biological [bad word] like clockwork 
But we're all still nothing more than machines