Heretic's Prayer
(© by Ko-Do 2011)


Call him Mohammed, call him Jesus
Call him Buddha or just friend
They're all only psychic teasers
Who won't help you in the end

They're in paradise or heaven
In Nirvana or somewhere
All your troubles are on earth here
So, how could they really care ?

You got their books, you got their scriptures
Got their teachings of all kinds
But how could you read the lessons
If you're – for example – blind...

There are gospel-singers, preachers
Who might raise you from the dead
But how could you hear their message
If you're – for example – deaf...
They got mantras, they got prayers
When your sins have made you numb
But how could you chant redemption
If you're – for example – dumb...

And now I add my useless effort
To this ever-growing list
While this earth just keeps on turnin'
And the rest is tales and myths

There's no paradise, no heaven
No Nirvana, just somewhere
In the dark this world keeps turning
So, why should we really care ?

Call him Mohammed, call him Jesus
Call him Buddha or just friend
They're all only psychic teasers
Who won't help you in the end