Divine Fabrication

Verse 1

God is a myth, a fabrication of the mind

A crutch for the weak, a lie for the blind

An invisible hand pulling strings from above

A celestial father of hatred, not love

A tyrant, a despot, he rules with deceit

He demands our devotion, then kicks at our feet

A shadow, a whisper, a ghost in a jar

A god made of nothing is no god at all

Verse 2

A god made of nothing is no god at all

Verse 3

He lives in your fear, feeds on the guilt

A house of illusions, so beautifully built

The more that you doubt him, the tighter he holds

A cycle of torment, a tale often told

He keeps you obedient, blinded by faith

A slave to a master who can't feel your pain

A parasite draining the hopes from the bold

A god made of nothing is no god at all

Chorus

There's no salvation

Just a desperate need for some form of redemption

A false revelation

A psychological invention

A desperate illusion

A product of human confusion

There is no conclusion

Only the truth of our own destruction

Verse 4

A god made of nothing

A god made of nothing is no god at all

Verse 5

If there was a creator, if there was a divine

Would he stand and watch as we suffer and die?

Would he sit on a throne of indifference and scorn?

A witness to slaughter from the day we are born?

Or is he the cause of this endless nightmare?

A sadistic observer who just doesn't care?

A king in a castle with no walls at all

A god made of nothing is no god at all

Chorus

There's no salvation

Just a desperate need for some form of redemption

A false revelation

A psychological invention

A desperate illusion

A product of human confusion

There is no conclusion

Only the truth of our own destruction

Hook

(He can't save you)

He can never

(He can't save you)

He can never

(He can't save you)

He can never save you

Bridge

This false god will never save you, don't look to the sky

This false god will never save you, look 'em in the eye

This false god will never save you, you're better than this

This false god will never save you, you're better than this

Chorus

There's no salvation

Just a desperate need for some form of redemption

A false revelation

A psychological invention

A desperate illusion

A product of human confusion

There is no conclusion

Only the truth of our own destruction

Outro

A god made of nothing

A god made of nothing

A god made of nothing is no god at all