My God (Intro)
[Intro]
Every day
More and more
Faith feels like money
And the world is poor
My God
What is this façade?
[Verse]
“God’s dead
Greenbacks rules instead
Money’s what it’s important, get out of bed!”
At least, that’s what society says
What is this craze?
Am I being hazed?
How can you say that God doesn’t exist?
If this is the world without God he sure is missed
You say the big bang created us
How can thought be created by not
How can random luck create thought?
I ask what created the Big Bang
Going farther and farther back you lose face
Eventually you have no answers you lose the pace
And yet humanity continues trusting its own strength
We’re told everything is great
We don’t need any God
God’s fake
Have you looked at the world? We’ve ruined the place!
Corruption is the rule
Everyone else is a tool
What you take me for, a fool?
Those with money and power get everything cool
You say we’re here by ourselves?
That’s a scary world because everything we do eventually fails
The world without God is Hell
We wound, hurt, abuse, kill
Everything good eventually corrupts
Depression is us without God, we escape with a pill
Everything in my album is this world, my anger and fear
This album is my attempt to drive my point’s hammer onto the nail
Every day
More and more
Faith feels like money
And the world is poor
My God
What is this façade?
[Verse]
“God’s dead
Greenbacks rules instead
Money’s what it’s important, get out of bed!”
At least, that’s what society says
What is this craze?
Am I being hazed?
How can you say that God doesn’t exist?
If this is the world without God he sure is missed
You say the big bang created us
How can thought be created by not
How can random luck create thought?
I ask what created the Big Bang
Going farther and farther back you lose face
Eventually you have no answers you lose the pace
And yet humanity continues trusting its own strength
We’re told everything is great
We don’t need any God
God’s fake
Have you looked at the world? We’ve ruined the place!
Corruption is the rule
Everyone else is a tool
What you take me for, a fool?
Those with money and power get everything cool
You say we’re here by ourselves?
That’s a scary world because everything we do eventually fails
The world without God is Hell
We wound, hurt, abuse, kill
Everything good eventually corrupts
Depression is us without God, we escape with a pill
Everything in my album is this world, my anger and fear
This album is my attempt to drive my point’s hammer onto the nail