But I can't see his hand I don't know if you feel the same as me, so burn that page As it doesn't serve you well So drain it from your mind And turn your back on me and my friends With eyes upon us Fade away And I can't control myself anymore With all my family and friends; they're falling into sin But if you pull that page from flame - he is not permitted to sin So rest your back and I shall quote my friend "God is dead" I see it now Why I can't feel it anymore Backhand knocking at my door And though you may feel him - you are not permitted to sin Never been one of his kin Or wore his name upon your skin Why I can't feel it anymore Know that I once felt the same Though will and will hath burned his name Along with the page torn from the flame I'll quote it now, it reads: God is dead