Foxhole

I believe I've dreamt of this before

When I woke up face first on the floor

It's not the drugs I stick in

Would make god commit his final sin

Wake me up

I heard it scream through the holy book

Begging me to take one last look

Gettin down through revelations

Set fire to the entire congregation

Wake me up

It's not a question of faith

It's just the feelings of hate

Got six in my sidearm holster

Raise your glass for one last toast sir