Ars Goetia

Birds collect the carrion Severed limbs litter the battlefield We're running like rats from a burning sky But it's nothing to warm our bodies Lie awake, knife in hand For the few remaining angels Pray or talk to yourself Someone told me that it might help War in the heavens, it's all of our stories To burn is our birthright, birth of our ending War in the heavens, the end of our stories To burn is our birthright, God is our enemy Strike with all you have There's no tomorrow Your fists, your bodies, your minds There's no tomorrow Sugar, men, find this way and our way He demands the price of an animal Sugar, men, find this way and our way He demands the price of an animal End Times, time is now up Our thoughts have stopped, give up No one can set you free Everything that you Thought that you once knew is dead So fight for all that you feel Even in death we feel the effects of What we once believed As they rob us Of our very dreams Wait so existence, what now of me? I am king forthwith of my own destiny Today God is dead slain by my hand Who knew that Adonis could fall to a man? Scattered fragments of chaos, I flip in the sky We laugh as we scream, and another star dies And oh, this singularity Nude and exposed, particles coming undone We thought she would shine through Like thirty suns, but she ran out of hydrogen Each of us will go exploding into outer space As gravity tears us apart Our world revolts But we don't care because we're free