Moving Heaven To Hell - Years Spent Cold

Where do you stand, when you stand for nothing

You live your life though a religious fantasy

Ficticious books provide the words you preach

A rude awakening, this is reality

Fuck your god, fuck your prayers

I’d rather have something real

There’s no one there when the lights go out

There’s no one to make sure you’re safe

And when you wake up it’s too late

Did you think that plastic cross would change anything

Tell that to the rest of your dead family

While they’re decaying you can burn a hold candle

To over up the stench of there rotting flesh

Forcefed lies for years by a faceless no body.

The end is here

Dark days dawning.

We’re moving heaven to hell