God Is Dead - The Smith Street Band

Sobriety’s good but so is being high

Society’s fine with the passage of time

Try slow it down so I can unwind

Tragedy’s comedy if you can get through it

If you can get through it

Perspective’s impossible from this position

I don’t care either way, don’t make it my decision

I’m not the one with the plan, I’m the one with the vision

Tragedy is comedy if you can get through it

If you can get through it

God is dead and reality is fake

It’s a hive mind nightmare of a dying race

And there is no luck and there is no fate

And nobody cares about you or your pain

That becomes freedom if you look at it that way

That becomes freedom if you look at it that way

I’ve always been more distressing than cool

I’m a blood nose on the first day of school

My own quiet life at the bottom of the pool

Tragedy is comedy if you can get through it

If you can get through it

Come a long way from a neck in a noose

Look me in the eye and call that an excuse

I wasn’t sure what to make tight or keep loose

Was never a boy scout, so I fell straight through it

I fell straight through it

God is dead and reality is fake

It’s a hive mind nightmare of a dying race

And there is no luck and there is no fate

And nobody cares about you or your pain

That becomes freedom if you look at it that way

That becomes freedom if you look at it that way

Yeah, that way

But I wanna be

The boy at the bar mitzvah, the child at the christening

The corpse at the funeral, the bride at the wedding

And none of this matters, so we shouldn’t just stop

Not with all the perpetual motion we’ve got or we had

Who knows?

Not like I’m going to shows

I’m pissing in the wind, I don’t know which way it blows

Coming straight out of Box Hill like a bat out of hell

If you’re not gonna forget me, remember me well