Dawkins Christ

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

Gautama's flock, they don't mind the chains

They know nirvana will end their pain

And the avestan pupils, the forsakers of Druze

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

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 attempt 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