The World Is Ending (Sorta)

He's got a carcass in the basement

And it's high time he found a replacement

It'll be just like a first date, but better

Its the farthest that he's been from

A careful process for a quick completion

'Cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb

So buy a ride on the H train to your destiny

Take a ride, an express lane to your doom

You know you lot are all lying with Satan

And in an hour you'll be begging him

"Please, gimme a minute of relief from the suffering"

But he'll only turn the fire up

And do it with the greatest of ease

And Saint Peter will be laughing in heaven

A million miles gone from you and your screams

And I'll be sitting at the feet of the father

Bring the bomb and my salvation

Time for all of this to tear from the seams

At 3 am out on my front yard

Singing stupid love songs on a heart shaped guitar

And I don't wanna hear it, 'cause I don't even care

The police are on their way so just stay right there

So walk along with your tears in your eyes

All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation

Walk along with your fears and your cries

Realize that we're all gonna die,  it's just a matter of patience

Walk along with your tears in your eyes, but realize

That it's not too late to repent and go to heaven

Walk along with your eyes on the ground, but I'm around

So have a seat and give me your first and last confession

F you