Realism Songtext

You call me crazy for my beliefs, or should I say the lack there of. But
your the one that lives life for death, praying second after second to an
imaginary figure head.
And you question my morals, question my ethics, critique my fucking way of
life. This is the life that I chose, these are the choices I make, and I
refuse to fucking listen to whatever you say. You stupid fools never stop
and question, never listen to reason, you just do what you are told. You
murder, lie, and steal and justify it by calming he's real, and that he
speaks to you.
And people acutely believe. They acutely fucking believe it. But I don't.