Spiritual Dark Age - To Kill A King

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

It’s not a hand from above

It’s not 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

Pass me those sedatives

Pass on means sentimental

Empathy and talking gentle

Blink us on

And take the medal

The day the TV died

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