God Is Dead

Tell me what you believe in Give me all the reasons I'm so zombified and terrified of how we're living It's funny You do it for the money But if I was that hungry That's not the shit that I'd be eating You made a good living You got a nice kitchen You don't wash your dirty dishes You got someone cleaning It's funny You do it for the money But if I was that hungry I'd call your problem an addiction I'm that itch On your back You can't scratch Get attached To your skin To your fat It's a trap Let it wrap Round your limbs Round your chest Through your head Dripping sweat No more rules No regrets No repent God is dead God is dead God is dead I don't havе faith in anything And I'm not afraid to say it But I'm still scared of the unknown And how I can't explain it What you bеlieve and What you do What you perceive and What you choose And if I play then I might lose But I won't pray Anytime soon And I'll never know what it is that burns inside me And I'll never know how you make it look so easy Do you want to see the powers that are vested in me? Call me anything you like but just don't call me crazy I'm that itch On your back You can't scratch Get attached To your skin To your fat It's a trap Let it wrap Round your limbs Round your chest Through your head Dripping sweat No more rules No regrets No repent God is dead Tell me what Tell me what you believe in You, you, you believe in You believe in You, you, you believe in Tell me what you believe in You, you, you believe in The reasons You, you, you believe in You, you, you believe in The reasons Tell me what Tell me what