Clawfinger - God Is Dead

There's no God for you to worship, no master to obey There's not a soul that you can blame for all the stupid things you say There's nowhere you can turn to, no words to justify 'Cos no currency is valid for the faith you want to buy No more excuses, no need for blind belief There's no one to accuse to break yourself a bigger piece No books to follow, no quotes to twist around There'll be no more bending over just to reach for higher ground God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a monster under your bed God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a ghost under your bed There's no need for false confessions, no more feeling guilt No power lords to kneel before, no crosses being built There are no rules for you too live by, no other cheek to turn Stop begging for forgiveness, there's no lesson you must learn No future conflicts no opinions that collide There's not a trace of blood on your hands you don't have to choose a side No pointless killing and no more feeling shame No sacrifices being made in someone else's name God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a monster under your bed God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a ghost under your bed It's all make believe, it's all conceived in your own dreams You're painting pictures of imaginary scenes It seems like you're looking for some kind of confirmation But you're in desperate need of a different revelation God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a ghost under your bed God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a monster under your bed God is dead, He's just a voice inside your head God is dead, He's just a ghost under your bed