There's nothing sacred about a bowing head A preacher man under control Committed to death They showed me a world of dreams Sell my soul to die in a hole I'd rather the abyss Than a blood soaked gift I'd rather the abyss Nothing to miss They showed me a world of dreams Sell my soul to die in a hole On my own watch me drown Feel my lungs sink with scum Heaven won't find me now Bottom of the earth find me now Bring them down to the fucking ground The hand of god will never find us now