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