The thought of love triggers lonely heartsâ¯
Gladly reaching out just to be a partâ¯
So we live to serve, made it into an art
How shallow the soulâ¯
How deep the fearâ¯
How grave the hunger
To get out of here
How shallow the soulâ¯
How deep the fearâ¯
How grave the hunger
To get out of here
Fear and hate keeps us in lineâ¯
As we climb crosses of our own designâ¯
Nails in our flesh, hammers in our minds
Feels like I've got⯠Judas' heartâ¯
Dawkins' headâ¯
Praise the lordâ¯
God is Dead
Judas' heartâ¯
Dawkins' headâ¯
Praise the lordâ¯
God is Dead
All the Brahmin masses they'll come back againâ¯
They've got lord Krishna to guide their hand
Gotama's flock they don't mind the chainsâ¯
They know nirvana will end their painâ¯
And the Avestan pupils, the forsakers of Drujâ¯
They'll be one with the maker when they're one with the truthâ¯
All of Luther's children gladly suffer nowâ¯
They'll get pie in the sky on the day they die
But what about me
Got no soul to sell
Refused salvationâ¯
Did my time in hell
No absolution, no alibisâ¯
Just belief and doubt and then we die
We furnish the void with our attempts at lives
I gotâ¯Judas' heartâ¯
Nietzsche's soulâ¯
Dawkins' cock
In a god-shaped hole
How shallow the soulâ¯
How deep the fearâ¯
How shallow the soulâ¯
How deep the fearâ¯