Dawkins Christ - Refused

The thought of love triggers lonely hearts

Gladly reaching out just to be a part

So we live to serve, made it into an art

How shallow the soul

How deep the fear

How grave the hunger

To get out of here

Fear and hate keeps us in line

As we climb crosses of our own design

Nails in our flesh, hammers in our minds

Feels like I’ve got

Judas' heart

Dawkins' head

Praise the lord

God is Dead

All the brahmin masses they’ll come back again

They’ve got lord Krsna to guide their hand

Gotama’s flock they don’t mind the chains

They know nirvana will end their pain

And the Avestan pupils, the forsakers of druj

They’ll be one with the maker when they’re one with the truth

All of Luther’s children gladly suffer now

They’ll get pie in the sky on the day they die

But what about me

Got no soul to sell

Refused salvation

Did my time in hell

No absolution, no alibis

Just belief and doubt and then we die

We furnish the void with our attempts at lives

I got

Judas' Heart

Nietzsche’s soul

Dawkins' cock

In a god-shaped hole

How shallow the soul

How deep the fear

How grave the need

there’s just one way out of here