Radio crooned, what if god were one of us?
A question an almost recent pop song asked
It makes me wonder, what if god is all of us?
And we fail to notice, since we all go masked
Still, we tell ourselves that we know the truth
Everybody else is only playing make-believe
But don’t let anyone ask for concrete proof
Facts trotted out will slip through your sieve
Righteous crusades, jihads and all genocides
All the wars and all the death, that is the sin
Claim that where we live is where god resides
Kill for faith, by saying what god believes in