The world stares silently at us
The world stares as we turn to dust
There's no succor for the saved
There's no hand of God to trust
There's nothing here
There's nothing there
Oh, there's nothing anywhere
We stand at the center of the play
We stare at the saints and holy blood
We watch as the heavens fade
And death dons a mask of lust
There's nothing here
There's nothing there
Oh, there's nothing anywhere
Oh, the blessed; the well-behaved
They cannot be the same as us
I watch, but I cannot believe
The soft spine of trust
