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http://robbiefulks.com Intro: E B F# B Bdim7 B
A wBorld filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless F#sky A man's life so meager, he can but wonder wBhy He cries out to HBsuseaven its trB7uth to revEeal B F# B (Walkdown: B/A# B/G#) The answer: only silence, for God isn't real.
Go F#ask the starving millions under SEtalin's cruel rBeign Go F#ask the child with cancer who eEases her pF#ain Then Bgo to your churches, if tB7hat's how you feEel But don't ask me to fBollow, for F#God isn't rBeal.
He forms in his image a weak and foolish man Speaks to him in symbols that few understand For a life of devotion, the death blow he deals We'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real. Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defy Go tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high... Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel, But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.
No, no mEatter how He sBhould be, F#God isn't rBeal.Bdim7 B