your god is a homeless assassin   who roams the world to save   he's digging for buried treasures   he's leaving nothing but fields of graves      the tears will fly like birds of vengeance   the sky will bury us all   the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking   the hole will be dug for the fall      through the smoke its now getting clearer   who led us into the burning theater   in through the rain of bodies and ashes   and into the courtrooms of pitched blackness   into the secret firing lines   into the barbed wire dug in around our minds      the tears will fly like birds of vengeance   the sky will bury us all   the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking   the hole will be dug for the fall      your god is dying much younger than Rome   he's killed so many he can't go home   your god's heart is a tumor now rotten   born of a blood that's never forgotten      and this is my last letter to you    i'm walking the belt way and there's   something i've got to do