Disbelief

There is no creator Something to put our lives at stake Give me the final answer Or give me a fucking break You are the result of random fornication And not part of a greater plan Don’t spend your life waiting for absolution Hoping for something better when comes the next Were you looking for a meaning? Looks like you took it the wrong way There is no fate, no praying Let me enlighten you if i may Blind evolution For there is no creator Natural selection, Is what you call father We are not born of mud Nor do we come from this garden An outdated concept of god Instead of admitting we were mistaken Moses didn’t split the flood He got crushed between the waves An outdated concept of god So many years lost in prayers There is no heaven And no better place to go Did you think for a second What you would become there, on your own You are the result of a blind algorithm Your weren’t designed by anything greater Isn’t it a sweet euphemism To say you don’t try to see further We are not born of mud Nor do we come from this garden An outdated concept of god Instead of admitting we were mistaken Moses didn’t split the flood He got crushed between the waves An outdated concept of god So many years lost in prayers We are not born of mud Nor do we come from this garden An outdated concept of god Instead of admitting we were mistaken Do you feel it He never loved you