St. Peter's cathedral
 Built of granite
 Ever fearful of the answer
 When the candle in the tunnel
 Is flickering and sputters
 And fading faster
 It's only then that you will know
 What lies above or down below
 Or if these fictions only prove
 How much you've really got to lose

 At St. Peter's cathedral
 There is stained glass
 There's a steeple that is reaching
 Up towards the heavens
 Such ambition never failing to amaze me
 It's either quite a master plan
 Or just chemicals that help us understand
 That when our hearts stop ticking
 This is the end
 And there's nothing past this

 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this
 There's nothing past this