The whiskey I've been swilling Has soured like the soil Nothing we plant Can live here anymore Smoked my fill of roaches Tired of sniffing dust Red skies won't turn blue There's nothing left for us So I said Goddamn Save your thoughts and prayers I don't want your hell Lame excuses Have left me so numb No explanation For what we have become I know you're still waiting To see it change my dear Look above Coz' red skies won't turn clear Bad enough Without your Lord looking down I was built to persist To survive the divine My sight's long gone so I can't see the reaper Reaching for my soul So show me your hell Bad enough Without your Lord looking down I was built to persist To survive the divine So I said Goddamn Save your thoughts and prayers I don't want your hell