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 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