Pop Group Sense Of Purpose
Science has no soulScience has no conscience
We are not fuel
We are not consequences
Unseen invisible ghost in a machine
No need for thought
Science is divine
We cannot lose control
We cannot play at God
We cannot play at God
We were chosen, thought we were good
But our child possessed us, and drank our blood
Science has no soul
Science has no conscience
We are not fuel
We are not consequences
Repeat chorus
Unseen ghost in a machine
No need for thought
Science is divine
Science is the hunter
Science is the beast
Impersonating angels
Sucked up to hell [or is it 'short cut to hell'?]
Chorus
