The violent art of blasphemy
The cold release of death
The sudden smile when you know you're about
to take your final breath
Keep on reaching, 'cause there's nothing to find
No reward for your pain
There's always someone who will help you get up
Then fuck you down again
If we're being tested, everyone failed
Won't make it through somehow
For every wish and dream I've one thing to say
We're all fucked now
For every pitfall that you pull yourself from
You'll fall back down again
If there's a God, his gift to man is death
Use it while you can
And I'm sure you'll know
When you find the way you want to go
All is done, all is said
And your way's as clear as a bullet to the head
A final moment, a final prayer
A string of nothings that go nowhere
Whisper only to hear as you say
It's just like hell and we'll all be there someday
So now it's ended, there's no reason to stay
but it hurts so much to just walk away
and in a moment it's just as well
but for a moment it's just like hell
