"Align with Reality" | A Song About Science, Evidence, Feelings & Facts

[Verse 1] We lit a fire in the cave, traced the shadows to the flame, measured stars with broken compasses and still we wrote their names. We turned thunder into numbers, we pulled lightning from the sky, we built engines out of folklore and then we watched them fly. But now they scroll through glowing glass, call the careful ones “obsessed,” laugh at those who run the tests while wearing armor science pressed. [Pre-Chorus 1] They say, “Everyone’s entitled to an opinion, can’t you see?” But what you’re feeling in your spine doesn’t move reality. [Chorus] I don’t want your faith, I want your evidence. Show me the world, not the walls in your head. We’re standing on the shoulders of the ones you call insane, you’re scrolling through their miracles and spitting on their names. So take your pretty stories, set them gently to the side. If it doesn’t match the measurement, it dies. Align with reality. Align with reality. [Verse 2] You drive your car to see your healer, phone in hand to curse “5G,” take a pill that passed a trial then swear that “Big Pharma” isn’t clean. You call vaccines “poison,” but you were born in sterile light, you survived what killed your ancestors then you say the cure’s a crime. You pray to algorithms, you confess to microphones, you say ghosts are in the attic but ignore the bugs at home. Leaders paint their faces with a circus, with a crown, shake hands with your delusions just to keep the party loud. [Pre-Chorus 2] They say, “Truth is just perspective, who’s to say what’s really real?” But airplanes don’t stay in the sky because of how you feel. [Chorus] I don’t want your faith, I want your evidence. Show me the world, not the walls in your head. We’re standing on the shoulders of the ones you call insane, you’re scrolling through their miracles and spitting on their names. So take your pretty stories, set them gently to the side. If it doesn’t match the measurement, it dies. Align with reality. Align with reality. [Bridge – spoken/sung, building] Test it, break it, update the law, admit you were wrong, evolve or fall. Hypothesis, trial, error, repeat, the blood in the data runs under your feet. We buried our martyrs in unmarked graves, burned at the stake for the models they made. No god, no ghost, no comforting lie ever put a satellite into the sky. [Bridge – chant] What survives the fire is true. Let the evidence come through. What survives the fire is true. Let the evidence come through. [Breakdown Chorus – quiet, intimate] I don’t need your faith, just show me what remains when every sacred story has to stand inside the flames. [Final Chorus – full power] I don’t want your faith, I want your evidence. Show me the world, not the walls in your head. We’re standing on the shoulders of the ones you call insane, you’re dancing in their miracles and spitting on their graves. So take your pretty stories, set them gently to the side. If it doesn’t match the measurement, it dies. Align with reality. Align with reality. Align with reality… or be left behind.