Make your Own Bible

[Verse 1]
I searched for God in the Holy Book,
But all I found was a preacher’s hook.
I built my church in my own mind,
No pews, no rules, just words that rhyme.

[Chorus]
Make your own Bible, take your own stand,
A trumpet blast, a marching band!
In the gospel of me, I’ll be my own man,
Dancing alone, but with the whole band.

[Verse 2]
I read Nietzsche and Sartre with a glass of red,
Hemingway and Camus in my bed.
Why follow rules from the days of old?
I’ll craft my truth in stories bold.

[Chorus]
Make your own Bible, write your own song,
Find where you’re right, admit when you’re wrong.
In the gospel of me, I’ll sing my own tune,
Howl at the stars, and laugh at the moon.

[Bridge]
Life’s a cabaret, a cheeky little dance,
Between fate and free will, a game of chance.
No need for a savior, no holy decree,
Just the jazz in my soul, setting me free.

[Chorus]
Make your own Bible, dance with your doubts,
Whisper your secrets, and scream them out loud.
In the gospel of me, I’ll find my own truth,
Lost in the rhythm, defying my youth.

[Outro]
So let’s write our scriptures, line by line,
In the book of our lives, it’s all divine.
No priest, no prophet, just the words that we speak,
In this holy cabaret, the strong and the meek.