You know everything there is to know
About how to be right

You've got a chip on your shoulder
Camouflaged by a calm demeanor

Words like "science" provide you with finality
They build a framework to make sense
Of a world that is unexplainable
Your very existence is inexplicable,

So hide hide hide behind your "facts"
And run run run from your fears
While your anger at illogical people
Pushes anyone with a kind heart away

And you remain alone
But at least you've got your facts