Tied down garroted gagged and force fed shit
all idols and imagery does god come and speak through it?
They say the path to the stars relies on belief,
awake at night religion causing you grief?
When concepts are born filled with belief
individual opinions and rights, their freedom to speak.
Why would a God take that from me?
A self righteous image, dominating, hypocrisy.

God is dead
Existing in your head
The deluding reality, unsaid...
God is dead.

(The Devil is among us!)

Intravenously pumped into the minds of the old.
Beaten into children, lies of pure gold.
To old to question, too young to ask why
feeling good now to be judged when you die?
Burnt to death for believing in something else.
I'd rather reign with Satan
Cause to serve your God would be pure hell.
To believe in religion is to be lost deep in fog.
Drifting unsure, plagued by the bastard son of a dead God.

God is dead
Existing in your head
The deluding reality, unsaid...
God is dead.

Dead Dead Dead Dead Dead

Purity, righteous forgiveness to all,
So what could I do to go to hell
If the Gods were all this they would not judge
Purity would make no opinion of life.
How can you hate? How can you judge?
How can you tell me the meaning of love?
did you just want to desecrate my house?
Or...did you want to be someone else?

Did you really think praying would save your soul?
Can't you see your thought patterns out of control?
Out of control!

Leave me alone to do as I please,
pray to your Gods, get down on your knees.
Beg for forgiveness and ask him for mercy
for all you've done wrong in your life that I pity.

God is dead
Existing in your head
The deluding reality, unsaid...
God is dead.

Dead Dead Dead Dead Dead

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