Lost in the darkness I fade from the light Faith of my father, my brother, my maker and savior Help me make it through the night Blood on my conscience And murder in mind Out of the gloom I rise up from my tomb into impending doom Now my body is my shrine The blood runs free, the rain turns red Give me the wine, you keep the bread The voices echo in my head Is God alive or is God dead? Is God dead? Rivers of evil Run through dying land Swimming in sorrow, they kill, steal and borrow, there is no tomorrow For the sinners will be damned Ashes to ashes You cannot exhume a soul Who do you trust when corruption and lust, creed of all the unjust Leaves you empty and unwhole? When will this nightmare be over? Tell me! When can I empty my head? Will someone tell me the answer? Is God really dead? Is God really dead? To safeguard my philosophy until my dying breath I transfer from reality into a living dead I empathize with enemies until the timing's right With God and Satan at my side from darkness will come light I watch the rain as it turns red Give me more wine I don't need bread These riddles that live in my head I don't believe that God is dead! God is dead? Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Wondering if we will meet again on the other side Do you believe a word what The Good Book says Or is it just a holy fairytale and God is dead? God is dead! God is dead! God is dead! God is dead! Right! But still the voices in my head Are telling me that God is dead The blood pours down, the rain turns red I don't believe that God is dead God is dead! God is dead! God is dead!

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