Faith is dead.

Faith is dead.

It could not survive

In the worlds that thrive

On passion and lust

And a greed for stardust

And variety in bed.

Faith is dead

Faith is dead.

Words carry no weight.

Sentiments change with the date.

Promises are broken

Kisses are a token

Of inhibitions shed.

Faith is dead.

Faith is dead.

Relationships are nought

But an emotionless knot

Of arms and legs.

Starving morality begs

And pleads to be fed.

Faith is dead.

Faith is dead.

I must confess that I dread

The order this age has bred.

In shame I hang my head

But now this must be said:

Love, with suspicion is wed.

Faith is dead.