They say Jesus is doing nothing,
They say evolution took his place.
There's no God that created the world,
And no savior for the human race.

They say God is powerless,
He laughs aloud as we cry in pain.
It's just a part of His sick, sick humor
Forcing us to appreciate.

You say that God is dead, but you're ripping me off.
You can't infect my mind with your vanity.
You say that God is dead, but you're ripping me off.
You can't infect my mind with your vanity.
You're ripping me off, you're ripping me off.
You're ripping me off, you're ripping me off.

They say God deosn't even exist,
We made Him up just to numb our pain.
They can't believe that a loving God,
That deosn't believe in atheists.

We take too much. We take too much.
We take too much. We take too much.

Words and music by John L. Cooper. ©2001 Photon Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved.