Letras:Bad Religion. Process Of Belief. Prove It.

Hit the road in wander mode
inquire along the way
Savoir faire in full despair
while living day to day
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don't ever need to prove myself to you
No!

Looking back I'm off the tracks
more times than I recognize
Mistakes are another opportunity to refine
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don't ever need to prove myself to you

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try
There might come a day
When emotion can be quantified
But as of now there's no proof necessary
no proof necessary
no proof necessary
no proof necessary
it's only in your mind