And so the good man said, "Turns out God is dead."
The rules of science said
No Faith from books they haven't read
They're angry all the time. Angry at some hole inside
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
Oh don't lose your grip
Don't get contemplating
About this place we live and what comes later
No need to be saved. Just some rules on how to behave
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
Oh forget about love
Not a hand from above
Its not just some dream of a desert shrub
Just some chemicals from your brain
We're writing poetry about Serotonin and dopamine
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
We're not alone, and you're not alone in this
There's no map and we're all just sharing dread
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who's wrong and who's right
And so the good man said, "Turns out God is dead."
We're on our own this time to work out what is yours and mine
No more truth in candles, crucifix or anything final
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
There's no point in relatives
They'll just make you sentimental
I don't feel like talking gentle
All of this life is Temperamentales
Only when you die will you finally be alive
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
We're not alone, and you're not alone in this
There's no map and we're all just sharing dread
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who's wrong and who's right
We're not alone, and you're not alone in this
There's no map and we're all just sharing dread
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who's wrong and who's right