Simple minds, they may clash,
But complex brains soothe like a rash.
Superstition is for the shallow mind.
Outside yourself,
Ye shall find,
The way, the truth and the life.
Before that day, one last fight.
When we clash, the worlds smash.
Clash, clash, clash
Why're you so pale, just inhale.
There's so much time to feel sublime.
So sit back, relax, enjoy the show.
When we clash, the worlds smash.
Clash, clash, clash
Do I run or hide? I don't know.
Do I breathe or sigh? I don't know.
Do I kneel or keel? I don't know.
Do I stay or pray? I don't know.
Am I right or left? I don't know.
Am I up or down? I don't know.
Am I six feet under the ground?
You say to me, don't you come around here no more.
Simple minds, they may clash,
But complex brains soothe like a rash.
Jonathan: What do you say, Richard?
Richard: Uh?
Jonathan: Wanna do it one more time?
Richard: Yeah.
Jonathan: Alright. Here we go.
Who is love?
I see His son,
To my face,
I see your love.
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