This Is a Tragic Dream

Why do we need religious beliefs, tell me Why is everything created by us And not by the so called holy father himself I just laugh... Jesus is truly dead The religion is dead There is no God finally But damn I was wrong Everything was just another tragic dream Everything repeats over again, again Live your own way I say Do not let the evil rule This is a tragic dream Where is the holy father Nothing can just be us on this planet Without something created by us called God From beginning we all need a portrait of hope And something to believe in Why the hell are we born without own minds Live your own way Live with your soul and heart Do not false prophecy create your life Do not false prophecy create your life Do not false prophecy create your way of thinking