Dawkins Christ - Refused

　　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 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 shallow the soul

　　How deep the fear

　　How shallow the soul

　　How deep the fear

　　How grave the need

　　there's just one way out of here