The Best Inorganic Way to Sell Our Souls

He sat alone with his spectrometer and doubt Proved the heavens had no landlord, no bail-out Published his paper: "God is null and void" Then his particle accelerator made a curious noise Oh, the best inorganic way to sell our souls Is to measure everything in graphs and control goals But the quanta started laughing in their superposition state Turns out matter and the spirit just correlate He shouted: "I have killed the ghost in the machine!" Then he saw his own reflection in a quark's sheen Spirit ain't a phantom, matter ain't a brick They're two quantum flips of the same magic trick Oh, the best inorganic way to sell our souls Is to forget that life already makes us whole You can split the atom, freeze the light, dissolve the creed But the living stuff just winks back: "I'm what you need" He laughed into his oscilloscope display "I spent ten years to throw a dogma away – Now I find that life is its own deity No heaven required, just a dancing entropy" He sold his data to a streaming site for kicks Titled it: "How to love without the crucifix" Downloads went viral, pastors wept in rage He just poured a whiskey on the quantum stage The best inorganic way to sell our souls Is to think divinity is out there, not inside your spine But the proton and the feeling and the flower and the scream Are the same damn energy – call it life, call it dream "So… no God, no devil, no cosmic parole. Just the funny, funky, funky business of being alive. And that's more than enough."