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
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
Judas' heart?
Dawkins' head?
Praise the lord?
God is Dead
All the Brahmin masses they'll come back again?
They've got lord Krishna 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 shallow the soul?
How deep the fear?
How shallow the soul?
How deep the fear?
How grave the need?
Just one way out of here