| There’s no god for you to worship, no master to obey
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| There’s not a soul that you can blame for all the stupid things you say
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| There’s nowhere you can turn to, no words to justify
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| Cos' no currency is valid for the faith you want to buy
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| No more excuses, no need for blind belief
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| There’s no one to accuse to break yourself a bigger piece
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| No books to follow, no quotes to twist around
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| There’ll be no more bending over just to reach for higher ground
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| GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD
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| GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED
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| GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD
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| GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A GHOST UNDER YOUR BED
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| There’s no need for false confessions, no more feeling guilt
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| No powerlords to kneel before, no crosses being built
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| There are no rules for you too live by, no other cheek to turn
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| Stop begging for forgiveness, there’s no lesson you must learn
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| No future conflicts no opinions that collide
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| There’s not a trace of blood on your hands you don’t have to choose a side
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| No pointless killing and no more feeling shame
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| No sacrifices being made in someone elses name
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| It’s all make believe it’s all conceived in your own dreams
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| You’re painting pictures of imaginary scenes
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| It seems like you’re looking for some kind of confirmation
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| But you’re in desperate need of a different revelation |