You traded in your origin story
For Origin Story 2.0
You fucked with the details until you were happy
You had something truly original
Homo sapiens, essential as ever
Oh, look, now Jesus is a UFO
You traded in your origin story
But I don't think you traded up-oh, no
(OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense)
Thanks but no thanks
I'll show myself to the door
I showed up late for your group meditation
At the New Age bookstore
Thanks but no thanks
I've never even seen this flavor of Kool-Aid before
(OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense
But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense
But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK, I guess it makes sense
But wait. I guess it makes sense
OK)
They gave you a Japanese name
To replace your English name
But the first one suited you fine
Also, there's a leak in the roof of the zendo
Thought that building was only a year old
Might wanna call and complain
I'm one to get into ridiculous conversations
Like how aliens landed and started our civilizations
Or how everything is energy and we are made of light
And if you just try to have a beautiful now you'll be alright
I'm one to hop the bandwagon on theories that assume
That our brains are this evolved because of magical mushrooms
And that it's possible to hear the thoughts
Of the person in the next room
And that the monetary system is gonna crash and go boom
But I don't know
Sounds nice, but I don't know
And I'm one to entertain notions of past and future lives
But if I'm honest I don't even know if there's another side
And after years of searching, I had to finally realize
No one has a clue, and if they say they do they're telling lies
And it should come as no surprise
That we've got blinders on our eyes
And we're like hamsters on a wheel
Just trying to reach up the prize
The paradox is such that I hope it cuts us down to size
It might be that to know nothing is to truly be wise
But I don't know
Sounds nice, but I don't know
And I'm one human, one light bulb to be illumined
I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven
I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving
In a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in
I'm one human, one light bulb to be illumined
I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven
I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving
In a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in