your god is a homeless assassin 
who roams the world to save 
he's digging for buried treasures 
he's leaving nothing but fields of graves 

the tears will fly like birds of vengeance 
the sky will bury us all 
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking 
the hole will be dug for the fall 

through the smoke its now getting clearer 
who led us into the burning theater 
in through the rain of bodies and ashes 
and into the courtrooms of pitched blackness 
into the secret firing lines 
into the barbed wire dug in around our minds 

the tears will fly like birds of vengeance 
the sky will bury us all 
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking 
the hole will be dug for the fall 

your god is dying much younger than Rome 
he's killed so many he can't go home 
your god's heart is a tumor now rotten 
born of a blood that's never forgotten 

and this is my last letter to you 
i'm walking the belt way and there's 
something i've got to do