God is dead, God is dead The rain turns red Is God really dead? I don’t believe that God is dead God is dead Lost in the darkness I fade from the light Faith of my father, my brother, my Maker and Savior Help me make it through the night

And we go... Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armors Grind our souls in the millstone of time The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we

You're dead and broken Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken Too many things I've never spoken I'm not feeling fine I never told you what to do I never made you a promise that you could hold me to That'll be the day you see me crying How many

I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget Those crazy nights And all the things that we did Well, I don't know just what it is Maybe it was the way you talked Maybe it was the way you laughed But I know I want you back

As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise We call out to dry bones, come alive Now breathe, oh breath of god Through the eyes of men it seems there's

I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget Those crazy nights And all the things that we did Well, I don't know just what it is Maybe it was the way you talked Maybe it was the way you laughed But I know I want you back

Let it all burn I will burn first God I've tried, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn, it's what I deserve. God I've lied, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn So cry 3 tears for me, When it's all gone,

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo

All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed I swear to god I'd do it for fun Just a dead man walkin' with a double barrel shotgun

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they