Silent the echoes reflected from your cries In search for answers too easily satisfied He fills the emptiness of that which your mind can't conceive Opium for the masses who put their faith into a prophet Nailed between two crooks upon the cross
Who says he'll be there when you die, motherfucker? Who says the mind has capacity To comprehend the void of death, motherfucker? Could not the end be eternity without awareness of time?
Ethics shall govern the choices in my life I used to think that maybe there was some kind of reward But my faith has died No gods, no masters, shall be placed before myself And with this life I live they would be fucking cunts If they sent me off to hell
The existence of god is irrelevant, if he shows why worship him? We should feel no inclination to idolise We shall question, distrust, scrutinise