Spit and the clay, when washed away New eyes couldn't comprehend the sun That by light ended the night Shackled in blindness since his birth Whose sin, was it him, what's it all worth
"Do you believe what that man is saying?"
Is I was blind", he said, "All I know is he healed me"
So I say that I believe in Him Yet I cannot fathom the wind-like way Shackled in darkness since my birth Whose sin, was it me, what's it all worth
"Do you believe what that book is saying?" "How gullible can you be?"
Darwin may tend to disagree Marx is writing a drug I need Freud analyzes in my head Nietzsche's saying God is dead