Question This?! Testo

So we live in another accidental coincidence?
With all you're easy explanations of existence
'Cause it's fake, no god? No hope, no way no sir
There your dreams to be the second god or the third
Our believe in a rusty enviromental river dance
There's no need to kill our breezy expelled stations of existence
What is fake? In our heads, can't escape beliefs or worse
There's no fakes cause our heads say there's god perverse.
CHORUS
Preach to me, the rules of nature that just must be true
There's no escaping
There's no truth to believe in
How can you see what's lacking it's roots
Maybe we see the true vision of resistance
Maybe we know what there is when there really isn't
So it's fake? We see what we see weather it's there or not
You use your minds but not your imagination a lot
CHORUS