I'm not a term
I'm not a name
I'm not a thought line of the brain
I'm not a phrase
I'm not a face
No, no, no, no

And what is God
Is he a term
Why do I long for something all the fucking time
When will I learn
And what is love
I don't possess you
When will we learn
No, no

I took your name
I took your face
I paint a picture in my brain
And now it's mine
Now you're mine
No that's not how it's done
Will we be selfish until we're gone
Is that alright
Is that alright

If all condition is superstition
Can we observe it and not believe it
Can we be free
Free
Free
Free