I guess it wasn't really meant to be
in a string of failed hypotheses
where freedom reigns, but fact is king
success is always waiting, waiting in the wings
I guess I always had a pending doubt
like the appendix I could live without
to hold my hand to god and to dismiss
a greater good, a greater gift, a better life to live?
so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?
who bears the burden of
the life we made?
after all, we're only sketches
carbon paintings in a cave
so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?