Cip's song

My real-life journey is within, quite busy with myself
No space for a Supreme Being
Preacher worries about my health

He wishes me love & belonging, I feel pain & longing
So in the prison of my days, I wish I knew how to praise

I say: "no need to protect your faith, no required duty to your divinity"
He says: "come join me in my own prayer room, it's safe"

Let the happy man open your eyes, what will you see?
Clocks ticking & misotheists run free

I say "thumbs up" for the devout, "Amen" he shouts
I don't mind your divine mind, glass-half-full guys, that's my kind

My ghosts are secrets, my ghosts are guilt, my ghosts are regrets & failings fulfilled
But your ghost is just a wish, His nature's essence invisible & vanished

No intervention nor revelation, my godless world as mysterious as yours
Your kind heart be my protection
Who cares whom our conscience answers to as long as it's a love-reaction

No monopoly on moral truth, our bond will heal & soothe
Controversial beliefs but identical goals, to finish that bottle & refill our souls

This agreement can last until the end, I'll take his helping hand
My brother-preacher and his atheist friend
This agreement can last until the end, you'll take my helping hand
Your atheist brother and his preacher friend



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastien Kellner
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