Hand Of Science - The One Hundred

Everything that I see can

I can’t pretend that this is just a dogma

Fed to society

Hands up, hands up with a purpose

We’re just another filthy substance

Awaiting answers to everything

Go

We are the hands of science

A culture that can’t be silenced

Every question that we think of, we deserve an answer

Leave out the bullshit we leave out enhancers

We are the ones that captivate to take and motivate

Until we start over

I know you’re not the answer

The answer that I need

But the subtle lack of conscience

Is what is guiding me

And I know that you can hear me

I know that I deceive

But when there’s nothing there to see

How can I believe

Cause it’s fictional

A contradiction I can never listen to

I need to see a miracle before I start believing you

I’ve never liked fairy tales (nah)

I make believe be like bo peep

I’m a shepherd not a fucking sheep

I’m not an animal

More like a serpent

Look into his eyes

Don’t waste your time looking to the skies

They’re just lies

Sold by the weak

Cause they’re on their knees

So they’ve got something to believe in

Something to believe in

So they’ve got something to believe in

Something to believe in

Well motherfucker believe in this

Step on the path I refuse that

Show me your face you can’t do that

Pray for my soul I repent that

We have the chance to fuck that

We are the hand of science

We are the hand of science

A culture that can’t be silence

Every question that we think of, we deserve an answer

Leave out the bullshit we leave out enhancers

We are the ones that captivate to take and motivate

Until we start over

I know you’re not the answer

The answer that I need

But the subtle lack of conscience

Is what is guiding me

And I know that you can hear me

I know that I deceive

But when there’s nothing there to see

How can I believe