Made

There's a root in mystery
 Greater than the sins of Sodom
 To remove all our history and erase all things forgotten
 And just we're made of
 Just what we're made of
 We try to envision love, but we aren't able
 Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables
 We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel
 Inventing a God in our own form in our own minds
 To the eye it's a blistering
 Peering into the world surrounding
 Taking in all there is to see
 With even what is clear confounding
 Just what we're made of
 Just what we're made of
 We try to envision love, but we aren't able
 Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables
 We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel
 Inventing a God in our own form
 And something like unto ourselves
 And not the one who made us
 We turned away from the one who made us
 We turned away
 We try to envision love, but we aren't able
 Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables
 We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel
 Inventing a God in our own form and something like unto ourselves
 And not the one who made us...
 And not the one who made us...
 And not the one who made us...