if tomorrow the world was going to end 

and this earth was devoured by fire 

the laws of the world beginning to bend

the honest saints nothing but cruel liars

if hundreds of people cried at the gate 

begging their gods to please, please let them in

if eldritch creatures born out of their hate

strike them down and punish them for their sin

we’d be safe in the garden of eden 

where i’d find you a solitary rose 

you’d laugh without knowing the true meaning

and whisper, ‘i’m glad this is what we chose’

people may pray to lonely gods, it’s true, 

but my religion will always be you.