Do not flinch, don't say a word, the war has been fought well You are in the trenches, fighting your way to death The divine is a fraud The divine is a palpable fraud, a means to keep the rows in check You are in the trenches, fighting your way to death The divine is a fraud Man derives a meaning for life, not from a divine mandation In this illusion of meaningfulness there is no right or wrong You have the ability to weigh, to know what's good, what's bad Do not run from the truth, do not transfer responsibility The absurd notion of meaning, in this frame of reference You were in the trenches, fighting your way to death Man derived a meaning from life, not from a divine mandation In this illusion of meaningfulness there is no right or wrong