The God\'s are about as concerned with your happiness as a dog is with deodorant.

Chemistry can\'t teach us morals
Scripture can\'t heal a sickness
We need both to survive
No man is meant to follow
Man is meant to decide
What is right for himself
In order to strike balance
Into the heart of his existence.
Balance is why we are here. 
Either side of that line
Leads to wrong and right
Bad and good
Poor and rich
White and black
Down and up. 
Back and front. 
They matter not
For give follows got
Follows give follows got
They matter not
For tick follows tock
Follows tick follows tock
The best we can hope for
Our proverbial lot
Is to end at the beginning 
If we\'ve balanced the cost.