Last Letter

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 (Leaving nothing but fields of graves) And the tears will fly like birds of vengeance And the sky will bury us all And the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking And the hole will be dug for the fall Through the smoke it's now getting clearer Who led us into the burning theater? In through the rain of bodies and ashes And into the courtrooms of, of pitched blackness And into the secret firing lines And into the barbed wire dug in around our minds (Dug in around our minds) And the tears will fly like birds of vengeance And the sky will bury us all And the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking And 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, that's never forgotten And this is my last letter to you And this is my last letter to you And this is my last letter to you And this is my last letter to you I'm walking the belt way There's something I've got to do There's something I've got to do There's something I've got to do