deus mortis

god does not exist
and when he did
the only purpose
was to control me

pay your tithe
sing your hymn
watch me writhe
thinking of him

god does not exist
and if he had
the subtle mission
was to possess you

it's over now
and time is passed
think, mein frau,
it unravels fast

god does not exist
nor will he ever
your last epiphany
will bring you to him

empty and void
reality frightens
be overjoyed
truth brightens

a fairy tale to subject you
the wrappings are worth more than the gift