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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

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