They say we’re all connected, like the branches of a tree,
But frankly no one seems to know or give a damn for you, or me,
For who is no one anyway, I’ve always failed to see,

Absurdities are claimed as truth, the truth is claimed absurd,
Reason has been imprisoned, or have you not yet heard,
That superstition roams the streets, religion, and the Word

They say created all, though the force remains unknown,
It matters not, you must have faith, mere proof is overblown,
For if you say you have your doubts, their masks then turn to stone,

We walk the streets through heat and smoke, but no one seems to care,
Not for those without a home, oh, try it, if you dare,
For rich men offer poverty, and priests, a useless prayer.