She got that cold-eyed stare with permanent fixture Snorting lines we throw out and don't sing She smiles and politely says, \"today there's no rapture It's the end, and your bells, they don't ring\"
As my blood runs cold and turns to dust In the end even the gods will abandon us
\"Don't let me sail into my black hole, messiah Please let me find my heaven, my king\" She laughs and says, \"Son, I'm the denier, It's the end, and your bells, they don't ring\"
As my heart grows old and turns to rust In the end even death will reject us