Heavens Gates
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