Ars Goetia

Birds pull at the carrion
Severed limbs litter the battlefield
We're running like rats from a burning sky
But it's nothing to warm our bodies

Lie in wait, knife in hand
For the few remaining angels
Pray or talk to yourself
Someone told me that it might help

The war in the heavens is almost over
These tremors are birth rites, birth of our ending
The war in the heavens is almost over
These tremors are birth rites, God is our enemy

Strike with all you have
There's no tomorrow
Your fists, your bodies, your minds
There's no tomorrow

Sugarman, find this way and that way
He has the voice of an animal
Sugarman, find this way and that way
He has the voice of an animal

Time's, time is now up
Our clocks have stopped
Give up
No one can set you free

Everything that you
Thought that you once knew
Is dead
So fight for all that you feel

Even in death we feel the effects of
What we once believed
As they rob us
Of our very dreams

Strike with all you have
There's no tomorrow
Your fists, your bodies, your minds
There's no tomorrow

Sugarman, find this way and that way
He has the voice of an animal
Sugarman, find this way and that way
He has the voice of an animal

Oh fates, oh wyrd sisters, what now of me?
I am king forthwith of my own destiny
Today God is dead slain by my hand
Who knew that Adonis could fall to a man?
Expanding fragments of chaos are flipping in the sky
We laugh as they scream, and another star dies

And oh, this singularity
Nude and exposed, particles coming undone
We thought she would shine through like thirty suns
But she ran out of hydrogen
Anti-particles, floating into outer space
As gravity tears us apart
Our world implodes
But we don't care because we're free