A world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless sky A man's life so meager, he can but wonder why He cries out to Heaven its truth to reveal The answer: only silence, for God isn't real. Go ask the starving millions under Stalin's cruel reign Go ask the child with cancer who eases her pain Then go to your churches, if that's how you feel But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real. He forms in his image a weak and foolish man Speaks to him in symbols that few understand For a life of devotion, the d**h blow he deals We'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real. Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defy Go tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high... Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel, But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real. No, no matter how He should be, Godisn't real.