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I don't believe in spirits
Or auras
Or gods or monsters
Or metaphysical purpose.
If there's an order to it all
I don't believe that someone knows about it
And will tell us all about it for ten bucks.

I only believe in what I can see,
Hear, taste, touch, and smell
Hell, I don't believe in that half the time.
It's fun to think about fairy tales
Spin yarns to while away
The too-real light of the boring day
But night always comes anyway.