Songtext von Science

Centuries of work Form the fabric of our world Every second every day Ghosts of ages accompany The most routine sub-radar banalities Sweat and hope battling ferocious maladies Conscious or not, it (science!) runs in our veins! The holy halls of lore Keep a shameful past in store Wisdom, intellect, and truth Mutilated and besmirched We're disciples in the fane of convenience Sacrificing reason for mystical nonsense Conscious or not, it (religion!) poisons our brains! Science You trust it every day When you go from A to B When avoiding gravity When facing a disease It's elegant and light But sober and forthright Not comforting as night Where ignorance can hide