God is dead That's what they said You got no soul, and good is bad Don't waste your time There's no sublime, no higher law That you can find There's a river of pain I'm taking all over again Just as long I don't turn into their grey shadowy Being I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need The gullible mind The daily grind Takes its toll, and fools the blind The bourgeois-creed: Believe what you see, rules all heads Takes casualities In my life I was always a drifted fellow, undone That was never enough to leave me stuck in there wrong I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need Silent green works overtime to begin Giving starting shots so that we won't give in In the air's a hopeful sound waiting Needing all we got, wishing we don't give in It's an army of hypocrites strangling Entities of freedom keenly building All we are If we are what we are meant to be Have you got what we got? Got some guts to break free? Have you heard about the word that all living Speak I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need ... God is dead ...