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