I fell in love with the witch doctor
The first day I laid eyes on her
I fell upon the decision that science and religion were not for me
In the end, they seem equally wishy washy
And the witch doctor had taught me spirituality
“Believe what you feel” she said, then anything may be true
This creates a reality that is totally up to you
Alluring is this sense of choice and grandeur
But it creates a slave who is his own master
When it is to simple chemicals in the brain that you pander;  
I fell in love with the lie, that what you feel is what you know
I fell in love with idea that there may be choice in this violent ebb and flow
But as the cycles continue I see my agency grow less and less
As the world tosses both I and the witchdoctor in a frenzied pirouette