I have a question I've got something to say.
Why do you treat yourself like that
You got one chance and you're not going to make it.
I have a question, I need a response.
Why do you take yourself so serious when the worlds on fire and your God's on vacation.

So what do you do when you're dead and gone, your mind stops decaying?
I'm six feet deep and the dick in the robe behind the pearly gates has all the say in it.
No! [x3]

This isn't working: it's time to crawl out of this box.
I'm climbing to the top of ypur mountain and going to tear your fucking head off!

So what do you do when you're dead and gone, your mind stops decaying?
Wear your choices proud you're not down and out give the middle finger to the Sayer.

This faith of yours will seal my life,
And you promised not to scorch the skies.
This faith of yours has sealed my life:
You're a child of your own demise.

My ears are open wide, as death stares into my life
My mind is open wide, as death stares into my eyes.