I am the prophet, the prophet of nothing
I am the preacher, the preacher of lies
I'd be a demon, except there's no Devil
I'd be a sinner, except there's no Christ
I am the prophet, the prophet of blackness
I am the preacher of logical thought
I'd be damned, but hell is a fraud
I'd be a saint, but there isn't a God
There's no salvation
No condemnation
Just conception, birth, d**h
And, in the end of all, sensation
No eternal soul alive inside
No sinless man crucified
Where do good people go when they die?
In the ground, 'cause the afterlife's a lie
For those of you living and wondering why
For those of you struggling, don't even try
Where do bad people go when they die?
In the ground, 'cause the afterlife's a lie
I am a prophet, a prophet of hate
I am the preacher who preaches the blame
I feel the urge, the urge that won't wait
I s** it hard and refocus my shame
I am the Adventist who drinks liquor
I am the priest who likes to have s**
I am the mother that cannot bear children
I am the son that the father regrets
There's no salvation
No condemnation
Just conception, birth, d**h
And, in the end of all, sensation
No eternal soul alive inside
No sinless man crucified
Where do good people go when they die?
In the ground, 'cause the afterlife's a lie
For those of you living and wondering why
For those of you struggling, don't even try
Where do bad people go when they die?
Nowhere, 'cause the afterlife's a lie
No eternal soul alive inside
For those of you struggling, don't even try
All God's people rot when they die
In the ground, 'cause the afterlife's a lie
I am the father...
The father of hate
I am the father...
The father of shame
I am the father...
Who cannot bear children
I am the father...
I am the son that the father regrets
There's no salvation
No condemnation
Just conception, birth, and d**h
And, in the end of all, sensation
No eternal soul alive inside
No sinless man crucified
Where do good people go when they die?
In the ground, 'cause the afterlife's a lie