Bad Religion

You're obsessed and distressed 'cuz you can't make any sense
Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence
That will deem your common sense useless this ain't no recess!
I want to believe in you but my plans keep falling through
I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth
And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes (and I'm no fool!)
I'm materialist a full-blown realist (physical theorist)
And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'm prone to hear it out and refuse
I'm materialist there ain't no fear in this
It's there for all to see so don't talk of hidden mysteries with me
Mind over matter it really don't matter
If the street's idle chatter turns your heart-strings to tatters
Flatter hopes don't flatter and soul batter won't congeal to mend
A life that is shattered into shards was it in the cards?