Just leave me at the oasis,
I'll watch them come and go.
I'll sit and think my thoughts away,
until I have no more.
For if I am empty, I must also be pure,
with an emptiness not sick nor sin can endure.
But if I am empty, I can neither be good
so are my thoughts truly bad
or simply misunderstood.
I must be sure they are wrong
before giving them to spoil.
For the blood of an innocent thought
is worse than the most sinister toil.
But is it up for me to decide
whats right from wrong,
true religion from genocide?
If I am the judge and there is no jury
where is the god and all his glory?
Which way is up when your spinning round
it seems you only learn from falling down.
So as faith would tell you to believe
I instead insist on being me.
And maybe through me you live
and we are all gods, if only for a little bit.