You say you can't go there
You say it can't be
You say you can't fit it into your mind
You sure that you want to?
That'd make it pretty small
Just think hard about this
Please, for me, think

You have the audacity to say

If you can't wrap your mind around it
Then it can't be
Your mind must be the end-all be-all
Far surpassing me
You're certainly saying a lot of yourself
You're way beyond artsy
I'm so glad I don't live in your world
There's no discovery

So, you're saying that existence
Needs your minds consent
It's funny that you say that
Science can have no ascent
If you're mind has to fathom all
It must be pretty spent
Let's think hard about this
C'mon, you're smarter than this

And you have the audacity to say

Maybe you should step back and remind yourself
That you are small, you are very small
you are very, very small
And if your mind could fathom all of Him
He wouldn't be Him, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't be Him

I said step back, step back

No discovery, no improvement, no new lands