Fact Machines   -words and music by micah berner

 U.F.O.'s and pyramids and circles in the crops

Black holes and damaged kids and lizards in the rocks

Numbers and history  fall short time and again

Of answering my questions; why or how or when

My fact machines cannot explain

They leave me stranded in the rain

So part the sea and lead me home

Your way trips my mind and it haunts my heart and soul

Presidents and popes never calmed a storming sea

Their politics and dogma spiked my Savior to a tree

So with a grain of salt I'm gonna take their carnal creeds

But with all my heart and all my soul I'll cling to my mustard-seed