God is dead
But do you really miss him?
Your preachers and your fools
Show you who really rules
Cause in the twilight
You can’t see your friends
Nor your enemies
They all look the same to me
When you can’t see anything.
But it gets harder
To taste
And to take
The bitter smell of air
Left barren,
In despair
While the cries
Of your children
Ring out in the night.
But don’t forget to fight
To prove to all that you’re sane
When you really should refrain
And it gets harder to see
Your friends
And your enemies
They all look the same to me
When you can’t see anything.