Dawkins Christ Lyrics

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