Fool in his heart says there's no God
Looks at the sky, gives no regard
Out of his mouth flows a man's heart
Treasure reveals who is his God
No they won't give regard
To the one who is God
Arrogant scientist
Was it chance that made all this?
Who could restrain pleidaes
Or know the laws of heavenlies?
Yet you think you understand
From your perspective as a man on earth
It's the sign of the times and it's nothing new
When a man in his mind puts an ending to
The role of God and the things only he can do
With the laws of the mind as the final proof
(What was not
Has become
By the one
Who is God)
No they won't give regard
To the one who is God
Arrogant scientist
Was it chance that made all this?
(Out of his mouth flows a man's heart
Treasure reveals who is his God)
What is the abode of light?
And where do you think dark resides?
And who contains the universe
And what went on before the first big bang?
It's the sign of the times and it's nothing new
Mr. Sagan and hawking are looking through
The lens of knowledge and the things that they make it do
Fertile minds are the gods that they are bowing to
(What was not
Has become
By the one
Who is God)
Walking down this road I see
Science and philosophy
Working hard to show to how we came to be
But their ideas seem to deny what's clear to me
Like a dog chasing his tail
Flavor of the month prevails
With every brand new idea man they applaud
Yet, not an ounce of credit will they give to God
