Inexistant Supremacy

Arise and bow down.
Awake and get dressed.
Arise to bow down.
Bow down to your imaginary tyrant.

There is no fucking god.
Everything is your fault.
Yet you still need to blame,
Blame god with your broken cult.
There is no fucking messiah.
All he was was all he was.
Yet he is still where the fingers point,
When everything fails, you revolt.

Point to god.
Point to the sky.
Blaming god.
Blaming nothing.

It is not just one supernatural.
Your instinct begs to differ.
Nobody ever looks to science,
Because it's too hard,
It's too much.
It's beyond your apprehension.
It's too big.
It's too short.
It's beyond your dreams.

You awake for him.
You live for him.
You fight for him.
You die for him.
You eat for him.
You give to him.
Giving to nothing.

There is no fucking god.
Everything is your fault.
Yet you still need to blame,
Blame god with your broken cult.
There is no fucking messiah.
All he was was all he was.
Yet he is still where the fingers point,
When everything fails, you revolt.

It is not just one supernatural.
Your beliefs begs to differ.
Nobody ever looks to science,
Because it's too hard,
It's too much.
It's beyond your comprehension.
It's too deep.
It's too small.
It's beyond your thoughts.
It's beyond your intellegence.
It's beyond reality.
It's far beyond you.

Even though you've never seen,
Even though you can't prove it so.
Even if there is a slight chance,
God is not here, he'll never be here.
If there is a God, if there is a hell,
Prove it, prove it, PROVE IT!!

Arise and bow down.
Awaken to your Sunday.
Arise to bow down.
Bow down to the imaginary tyrant.

Everything is ruled by nothing!
Nothing is your savior.
Air is your god, god's in the air.
He's in front of you, but he's really gone.
There is no God, there is no proof.
Nothing is all, all is nothing.
Bow to nothing, nothing the tyrant.
Inexistance, the dictator of comprehension.
Proof of nothing.
Nothing's been proved.

Point to god.
Point to the sky.
Blaming god.
Blaming nothing.
Hailing god.
Hailing nothing.
Hailing everything.

The train of thought stops here,
As you've come to the end of the ride.
Who's your savior now? Who's your daddy?!

Inexistant supremacy,
Ruling over you,
Letting you blame it.
Blaming the air.
Blaming the sky, clouds, airplanes.
Stop whining, and blame yourself.
Nothing won't solve your problems.
Nothing doesn't control you.

The light, it impairs the eyes.
The beautiful ugliness it posseses.
The light, it pulls you in,
Pulls you like a whore.
The whore compels you to join,
Join the cult, submit to the slut.
Submit, to, nothing...