God Dead In The Store Window lyrics

They closed the church and opened a mall in its place They traded the bell for nonstop black Friday sales No one prays anymore, but everyone still kneels Before the store windows, the installment plans, life on sale We killed what gave meaning and put nothing in its place Just a void wrapped up to look sacred, ready to buy The altar became a fitting room, the miracle became a coupon We pray to the algorithm, our new God without grace And now? Who holds this void that's left behind? Who gives meaning to the world we ourselves have emptied? It's no use pretending nothing has changed, that nothing has died The altar is empty, and it's not just heaven's fault God dead in the store window and we still pray God dead in the store window buying our own certainty No one wants to create any value at all They just want to buy what's already ready-made It's not about religion, it's about the hole that's left behind After all our inherited certainties finally crumbled We could have created something new with our own hands But we'd rather fill the void with more consumption, more illusion Who has the courage to look into the abyss without buying a painkiller? Who has the courage to create their own value in the desert, without a manual, without help? The store window promises meaning, but it only sells reflections I want to create my own, even if it hurts, even if I fail And now? Who holds onto this emptiness that's left behind? Who gives meaning to the world we ourselves have emptied? It's no use pretending nothing has changed, that nothing has died The altar is empty, and it's not just heaven's fault Dead God in the shop window and we still pray God dead in the window buying our own certainty No one wants to create any value They just want to buy what's already ready-made Dead In the window And no one Noticed If the altar has fallen, let it fall completely I won't patch up with plastic what was once made of clay, what was already fleeting I'll dig out my own meaning from this ground that's left Even if I have to create on my own everything the world has stolen Dead God in the showcase and we still pray God dead in the showcase buying our own certainty No one wants to create any value They just want to buy what's already ready-made And the showcase, remains, lit