Live... from the Funeral of God

Live from the funeral of God

Live from the funeral of God
This is the day you've awaited
Sponsored and celebrated
He has answered your prayers

Corpses piled up with riches
They have spilled over onto the earth
We spit and wear our fear like masks
Everything is locked into form
Interrupt the feed

It's closing in, it's closing in
(The sky's so dark)
It's closing in, it's closing in
(The sky's so dark)

With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)
With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)

Are men no worse than demons?
Are armies not thirsty for blood?
The desire of their hearts met
Eons and eons, decades of liars

Drunk with powers atop the mountain of corpses
Their arms and legs fail and crawl like serpents
To address those who are mourning
Live from the funeral of God, of God

With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)
With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)

With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)
With closing on, with closing on
(The sky's so dark)

There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control

There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control

There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control
There is no reason to be afraid
Everything is under control