(Verse 1)
Hey now, listen up, let's get this straight,
We're singing 'bout a group with no divine fate.
No holy books, no sacred cows,
Just free minds meeting, making no vows.

(Chorus)
Atheism, yeah, it's a non-prophet scene,
No crystal balls or gods in our routine.
We don't make cash from eternal salvation,
Atheism is a non-prophet organization!

(Verse 2)
We meet on Sundays, but there’s no preaching,
Just coffee and debate, and occasional screeching.
No tithes, no offerings in our collection plate,
Just existential questions about fate.

(Bridge)
No saints, no miracles, just reason and thought,
We’re not buying what those prophets taught.
We gather round, with a skeptical eye,
Questioning everything, from the how to the why.

(Chorus)
Atheism, yeah, it's a non-prophet scene,
No magic spells or visions unseen.
We're just here, living our narration,
Atheism is a non-prophet organization!

(Outro)
So if you’re looking for answers, don't follow a creed,
In our bookless club, inquiry is freed.
No prophecies needed, no divine confirmation,
We’re just here, rocking the non-prophet sensation!