...Ashes, ashes, they all fall DOWN...
Can you be my security?
How can I believe something
That contains no proof?
How do I know it's real? How do I know it's right?
Maybe organized religion isn't for everybody.
Maybe God isn't for everybody.
Maybe I'm just drifting in existence, fearing what's to come,
When, in the end, I am really going nowhere
Maybe there is no heaven, and there is no hell
So I could be living in fear of nothing
This is the way they want it?
This is the way... *He* wants it?