Metaphysics Of The Hangman

On their long journey that leads them
Towards the light
Winston Smith shall be their guide
They’re trying so hard to believe
That two and two always makes five
(That two and two makes five.)
Reason won’t concuss the irrevocable truth
And if there’s contradiction
Keep the faith, burn the proof
To protect ourselves from the
Superstitions of priests and moralists and the
Trickery of evangelists;
Let us be done with the idea
Of moral law
Where do your values come from?
From inside yourself?
Or from some self-appointed moral cognoscentes
Who disguised their own ideas
As universal concepts?
God is dead
Where do your values come from?
From inside yourself?
Or from some self-appointed moral cognoscentes
Who disguised their own ideas
As universal truth?
(Tried so hard to believe)
(Two and two make five)
Reason won’t concuss the irrevocable truth
And if there’s contradiction
Keep the faith, burn the proof
God is dead
Where do your values come from?
From inside yourself?
Or from some self-appointed moral cognoscentes
Who disguised their own ideas
As universal truth?