Science can soothe a mind Religion can soothe a soul Within fun there's nonsense And that's not about control
You saw the world's danger And it pushed you up a tree If you feel alone and scared Maybe you should really be With health exists a balance Of our soul and what we see
Some of us had it very hard Seems some just skated by Life is fuller with the wisdom That only happens if we try
We're many different groups It's nature to push and blame Part natural selection's curse Also, partly culture's shame
So, let's constuct our truths Make names and categorize But remember what we know Could be someone else's lies
Of this, you feel is nonsense? And you claim it shouldn't be! But, primates tend to group And their opposite, an enemy
Form, function, function, form Where is calm, and the storm Where is nature, or perverse What is culture, what's a curse It seems we lack nature within Its there that lies Eve's first sin Every change is our perversion It's an advantage, our coercion
Function, form, form, function If we are free, we've a junction But deathly influence is strong Perverting natures right, wrong Changing things that should be Clouding purpose that we see Though even time's a deviation From the past's pure creation