Theory Of The Godless کے بول

My faith you scorn, it's merely a tale And you mock me, as i kneel down to pray Misguided, the believers of one Your heart's full of hatred, for the ones that i love Stillborn.... evolve Look in my eyes, through the windows of hell See the misery, of a like that's so stale There is nothing, more fragile than life But a soul, that wanders into the night Stillborn, of the spirit You were dead before you could even breathe Evolve, into dust In nothing, in nothing you believe Can't you see This life isn't free Live in me Set me free, come set me free... Stillborn, of the spirit You were dead before you could even breathe Evolve, into dust In nothing, in nothing you believe Stillborn, of the spirit You will die, with your stubborn hate Go now, on your journey And find death, it's death you can't escape!