a conversation with a shcizophrenic patient prompted the following

sung, in my head, to a tune i can't get rid of

you pray
for proof
but somebody goofed
you look
behind
but can't get it off your
mind
it's true
it's finally gotten
to you

God is dead
it's all made up in our head
God is dead
it's all
made up
in our head

you look
around
there's mines buried in the
ground
and then
some children come by and
they go off - bang!
and nobody can say why

we

let this happen

God is dead
it's all made up in our head
God is dead
it's all made up
in our head

it used to be alive but we killed him
he used to be alive but we killed her
she used to be alive but we killed it

and now we all just
worship
bullshit