It only takes a few zealots
To sell the whole nation
On an idea of
Divine revelation
But if I listen real close and close my eyes
I hear the voice you said feel inside of my mind
But it's not real
It's not real
If it's not real
How do I know
How can I reconstruct
When I spent twenty-some years
Building all this up
To pull it down in six months
Well I don't know what I have
But I don't think much
If it wasn't obvious by now
What I once believed has holes
Bigger than my mouth
And it's not clear
It's not clear
If anything's real
How do I know
How can I reconstruct
When I spent twenty-some years
Building all this up
To pull it down in six months
Well I don't know what I have
But I don't think much
How can I reconstruct
When I spent all of my life
Building all this up
To pull it down all at once
Well I don't know what I have
But I don't think much
Is there a God?
Is it the one with whom our president walks?
(How do I know)
Who's better off?
Is it the ones who merely
Follow along?
How can I
Reconstruct
I can't unsee it for what it was
How can I reconstruct
When I spent twenty-some years
Building all this up
To pull it down in six months
Well I don't know what I have
But I don't think much
How can I reconstruct
When I spent all of my life
Building all this up
To pull it down all at once
Well I don't know where I stand
In the arms of love