This misery's justice?  Or merely the way  our random lives unite us  in meaningless sharing of pain     Believe... and isn't it easy  Who needs eyes when you've got knees  Why doubt what's done you well  Why foul what's made it so sweet     God Bless This Mess     Man made in the image...  man made crippled, weak  Creating the purest creator  denies the invalid sheep     Believe... cuz you've never been tested  No vacuum's got room for the truth  Why doubt what's done you well  Why question what can't threaten you     Swallow the opiate faith,  get high and fall into place  Dreaming,  and bleeding  your squandered pride away     Believe... it's so fucking easy  Who needs eyes when you've got knees  Why doubt what's done you well,  what's kept your conscience free