And we're crawling to the gates of heaven

Not completely sure if this is the place we want to be

But like good dogs we follow

So tempted by

The man in the sky

And I'll sit on the steps

My death marks me like a tattoo

You can see it on my wrists

And on my throat

Because I choked

On my words and on the world

And I was never built for it anyway

I died before I was born

Defined before even a thought

And you can see it in the eyes of every passer by

Claimed by a method of death

Blood shadows lagging

Just a second off, following like a ghost

Like a killer, like a god

And there's an elephant in the room

Or on the steps

As we hover by the gates

That are open wide

The question looming

Is this God really on our side?

He did this to us

The bloody scene, straight out of

...

Hell.

But if that was hell what is this?

What are we?

Pawns? Entertainment?

An afterthought?

And there's a girl by my side

She sits on the steps

She tells me how she died

And I cant imagine

An all loving God

That would let that slide