our idols lay in ruins    we’d have saved them if we could    but we still choose to worship    the places where our idols stood    still believe    they can save us    i’ve lived this way too long to turn back now    presuppositions set in stone    this coffin sealed by my own pride    and though it seems the sun will shine    ill draw the shades and stay inside    if we’ve learned anything at all    its that the ghosts of idols will do just as well    we all see what we want to anyway (anyway)    some things    are better left unsaid    you know what’s at stake    something’s are better left unsaid    as long as we can keep it    in textbooks, then we’ll be untouchable, untouchable    we hate to lie to children    but after all its all    for their own good