Interpret:

Clawfinger

Album:

Hate Yourself With Style

There's no God for you to worship
No master to obey
There's not a soul that you can blame 
For all the stupid things you say
There's nowhere you can turn you
No words to justify
Cause no currency is valid 
For the faith you want to buy
No more excuses
No need for blind belief
There's no one to accuse 
To break yourself a bigger piece
No books to follow
No quotes to twist around
There'll be no more bending over 
Just to reach for higher ground


God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a monster under your bed
God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a ghost under your bed


There's no need for false confessions
No more feeling guilt
No powerlords to kneel before
No crosses being built
There are no rules for you too live by
No other cheek to turn
Stop begging for forgiveness
There's no lesson you must learn
No future conflicts no opinions that collide
There's not a trace of blood on your hands 
You don't have to choose a side
No pointless killing and no more feeling shame
No sacrifices being made in someone elses name


God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a monster under your bed
God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a ghost under your bed


It's all make believe 
It's all conceived in your own dreams
You're painting pictures of imaginary scenes
It seems like you're looking 
For some kind of confirmation
But you're in desperate need 
Of a different revelation


God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a monster under your bed
God is dead, he's just a voice inside your head
God is dead, he's just a ghost under your bed