.:: All I Know ::.      Spit and the clay, when washed away   Gave the blind man sight   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      Now with eyes wide open they   interrogate him   Saying who is he   Do you believe what that man is saying   Who do you say is he      All I know   Is I was blind, he said   And now I see   All I know is he healed me      I sit here today   So I say that I believe in him   Yet I cannot fathom the wind-like way   That's made me new again      Shackled in blindness since my birth   Whose sin, was it me, what's it all worth.      Now new from the womb   They interrogate me   Saying who is he   Do you believe what that book is saying   How gullible can you be      Darwin may tend to disagree   I don't know   Marx is writing a drug I need   Still I don't know   Freud analyzes in my head   Nietzsche's saying God is dead   But I'm saying