Refused - Dawkins Christ lyrics

rate me

The thought of luv triggers lonely hearts 

Gladly reachin' 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 & 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 

& 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 & doubt & 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 1 way out of here