God Is Dead - Clawfinger

There’s no god for you to worship, no master to obey

There’s not a soul that you can blame for all the stupid things you say

There’s nowhere you can turn to, no words to justify

Cos' no currency is valid for the faith you want to buy

No more excuses, no need for blind belief

There’s no one to accuse to break yourself a bigger piece

No books to follow, no quotes to twist around

There’ll be no more bending over just to reach for higher ground

GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD

GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED

GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD

GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A GHOST UNDER YOUR BED

There’s no need for false confessions, no more feeling guilt

No powerlords to kneel before, no crosses being built

There are no rules for you too live by, no other cheek to turn

Stop begging for forgiveness, there’s no lesson you must learn

No future conflicts no opinions that collide

There’s not a trace of blood on your hands you don’t have to choose a side

No pointless killing and no more feeling shame

No sacrifices being made in someone elses name

It’s all make believe it’s all conceived in your own dreams

You’re painting pictures of imaginary scenes

It seems like you’re looking for some kind of confirmation

But you’re in desperate need of a different revelation