And so the good man said:
“Turns out God is dead.”
They worshipin’ signs instead
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 contemplative
About this space we live
Between first breath and then the grave
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
It’s not just some dream
And there’s the rub
Just chemicals that flood brain
They’re writing poetry
About serotonin and dopamine
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
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 reward to being kind
No quick fix for the fear you’ll find, oh
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
Pa** me those sedatives
Pa** on means sentimental
Empathy and talking gentle
Blink us on and take the medal
The day the TV died
And the tie that keep the family alive
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who’s wrong and who’s right
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who’s wrong and who’s right