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 Krishna 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 

Just one way out of here