And so the good man said, "Turns out God is dead."

The rules of science said

No 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 contemplating

About this place we live and what comes later

No need to be saved. Just some rules on how to behave

Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age

Oh forget about love

Not a hand from above

Its not just some dream of a desert shrub

Just some chemicals from your brain

We're writing poetry about Serotonin and dopamine

Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age



We're not alone, and you're not alone in this

There's no map and we're all just sharing dread

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 more truth in candles, crucifix or anything final

Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age

There's no point in relatives

They'll just make you sentimental

I don't feel like talking gentle

All of this life is Temperamentales

Only when you die will you finally be alive

Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age



We're not alone, and you're not alone in this

There's no map and we're all just sharing dread

Just children making pictures in the sky

Arguing about who's wrong and who's right



We're not alone, and you're not alone in this

There's no map and we're all just sharing dread

Just children making pictures in the sky

Arguing about who's wrong and who's right