God visits all lost souls

To survey the damage

We noticed a bonfire

Burning in his eyes

He whispered

"It's the atrocities of your story

Of your story."

God visits all lost souls

To survey the damage

And holding his bleeding heart

A tear comes to his eye

He whispered

"It's the atrocities of history

Of history

Of..."

Then he falls to the floor

For there's many more tears on the sunrise

And now we must eat those tears

Now we must eat our fill

Of the Atrocities

The Atrocities

The Atrocities

The Atrocities

Ooh (The Atrocities)

Ooh (The Atrocities)

Ah (The Atrocities)

Ah (The Atrocities)