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 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