I write heresies and sign my name,npublish and perish all the same.nYou ask why should I not stay?nnYour sobrieties are all a shamenIf you have pills on the candle flame.nTell me, where's your doubter's face?nnYour anxieties caught in a pillnMakes you feel like you can feelnWhen your religion is all DeMillenJust wash it down, wash the lies out from the real.nnWith your doubts, it's all the samenNow you see how it feels to say,nI fell off my name.nnYour computer says your time is gonenYou've been idle for too long.nYou give up now, and turn awaynAnd when the virus makes your blood start to decaynnWith your doubts, it's all the samenNow you see how it feels to say,nI fell off my name.nn