I see you heard humans tread a simple track
Holding old convictions to raise 'em like a flag
Holding folk fictions hidden from attacks
So we watch as they wind the clock back

But then I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong
It's just people and how they get along with belief
When feeling downbeat, even
Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even
Bad sugar makes bitter
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet

In the small town library they loan a single book
An impure old mirror with blood upon us all
Of this wide world of wonder you're scared to take a look
In case of salvation you should

But then I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong
It's just people and how they get along with belief
When feeling downbeat, even
Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even
Bad sugar makes bitter
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet

Yes, I know they have nowhere to go
Or the Lord is ignoring their prayer
But when they're hiding their heads in the sand
Then it seems they've been damned by their very own hand

But then I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong
It's just people and how they get along with belief
When feeling downbeat, even
Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even
Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even
Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet
Bad sugar makes bitter
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet
Taste sweet