your god is a homeless assassinnwho roams the world to savenhe's digging for buried treasuresnhe's leaving nothing but fields of gravesnnthe tears will fly like birds of vengeancenthe sky will bury us allnthe church bells will sound like sirens shriekingnthe hole will be dug for the fallnnthrough the smoke its now getting clearernwho led us into the burning theaternin through the rain of bodies and ashesnand into the courtrooms of pitched blacknessninto the secret firing linesninto the barbed wire dug in around our mindsnnthe tears will fly like birds of vengeancenthe sky will bury us allnthe church bells will sound like sirens shriekingnthe hole will be dug for the fallnnyour god is dying much younger than Romenhe's killed so many he can't go homenyour god's heart is a tumor now rottennborn of a blood that's never forgottennnand this is my last letter to you ni'm walking the belt way and there'snsomething i've got to do