Here are the first four lines of that song:
Is a rich man worth more than a poor man? [Nope.]
A stranger worth less than a friend? [Nope.]
Is a baby worth more than an old man? [Nope.]
Your beginning worth more than your end? [YES actually]*
*Many people do not place enough value or trust upon that which is intuited as good, AKA the conscience which is considered a gift from God, correct?
I'm sure you would agree that atheists tend to mistrust their conscience because their own pessimism leads them to deny the value and integrity of their earthly human experience, and this belief is why they might focus on all of the negative things in the world, which leads them to become more and more convinced of humankind's basic unworthiness. This belief in unworthiness always ends up reinforcing an inner contempt for the self, which then leads them to mistrust their inner conscience even more so, which completes the cycle becoming a self-reinforcing feedback loop.
You can obviously see this very same pattern of thought represented within religion, it's just wrapped up in a different package/flavoring. Just pick your flavor, the medicine is the same.
This expands on what I mentioned earlier about inner mistrust of mind and body.
I love the lyrics to that song...
How much do you think you are worth boy?
Graham Kendrick, Paid on the Nail
Is a rich man worth more than a poor man?
A stranger worth less than a friend?
Is a baby worth more than an old man?
Your beginning worth more than your end?
Is a president worth more than his assassin?
Does your value decrease with your crime?
Like when Christ took the place of Barabbas
Would you say he was wasting his time?
Well, how much do you think you are worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Would you say that a man is worth nothing
Until someone is willing to pay?
I suppose that you think you matter
Well, how much do you matter to whom?
It's much easier at night when with friends and bright lights
Than much later alone in your room
Do you think they'll miss one in a billion
When you finish this old human race?
Does it really make much of a difference
When your friends have forgotten your face?
If you heard that your life had been valued
That a price had been paid on the nail
Would you ask what was traded,
How much and who paid it
Who was He and what was His name?
If you heard that His name was called Jesus
Would you say that the price was too dear?
Held to the cross not by nails but by love
It was you broke His heart, not the spear!
Would you say you are worth what it cost Him?
You say 'no', but the price stays the same.
If it don't make you cry, laugh it off, pass Him by,
But just remember the day when you throw it away
That He paid what He thought you were worth.
How much do you think He is worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Tell me, what are you willing to give Him
In return for the price that He paid?