Jovens Ateus

So many questions in my head
All coming through like the evening news
Drugs and dreams keep me feeling good
Empty answers just bring me down

There’s a strange euphoria in the air
At that exact moment of being
Like a scream so intense without pain
Declaring all the terror

Shapes and forms point to reason
Books, reforms, television
The story of man, the story of God
Written in gold by young atheists

Born, becoming a man
Born, becoming a man