i m gonna stone the sky for i dont really care for the way that it shines and i got some habits so vicious they don t like for me not to do as they wish it i got no friends in gods only seen em around on the lips of their hosts and i got a strong suspicion our worlds all spin of their own volition i got a mountain of wishes but not a single one would include your permission i got a small admission i never much cared for blind superstition on logics door i like to pick bone and hurdling stones to watch the giants fall i won t be sold truth by those that know no science for i love to know truth that has no slant i hold the keys to my kingdom my walls will crumble and i will fade to oblivion and i need no virgins or heavens to find my love within nature s machinery on logic s door i like to pick bone and hurdling stones to watch the giants fall i won t be sold truth by those that know no science for i love to know truth that has no slant i won t be sold truth by those that know no science i won t be sold truth by those that know and would lie