God is dead... and we have killed him

I know you want me with you
But my heart is torn
All your words will fall on thorns
I care more about my world
Like my crowns and my gold
And I know, I know
I'm self-absorbed
I'm self-absorbed
In my moral decay

Have we murdered our maker?
Out of envy or malice?
Are we left to our vices?
Or are you calling my name?

I know that you're a giver
But my hands are full
All I've done with your gifts
Is to throw them in a ditch
Now you're back and you're pissed
And I know, I know
I know you're good
You're always good
But my moral decay

Have we murdered our maker?
Out of envy or malice?
Are we left to our vices?
Or are you calling my name?

Are you calling my name?
Are you calling my name?

Have we murdered our maker?
Out of envy or malice?
Are we left to our vices?
Or are you calling my name?



Credits
Writer(s): Roque Villafranca
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