Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power
My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters
As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea
I overlook how trustful we are

So simple, so damned naive
I beg for one's own remission
Simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion
Transmitted whispers crawl into
each of us and birth dictating monsters

All creations encircling me are charades and impostors
So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive
All comprehension I've discovered was all concocted to deceive