| The ground is giving away beneath me |
| Worms are feasting on my feet |
| Soon enough you’ll find |
| Your place is of similar taste |
| Something tells me I’m far from dead |
| I can still feel them gnawing at the meat |
| You can preach all you want |
| But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, |
| They couldn’t have paid me enough |
| To believe a single word |
| If there is a god |
| If there is a god |
| Stick the stake in, |
| Hold up my hands, |
| And welcome me onto it |
| We’ve been the best of friends |
| If there is a god |
| If there is a god |
| He rejected us |
| Once he saw what we were capable of |
| Fasten your hands if you want |
| Are you proud of what you have created? |
| Another dead and useless, |
| Faithless and vacant |
| Will not willingly sell my soul |
| To feel anything more |
| But that’s what got me here before |
| I will harness the finest |
| Bury your shroud |
| It’s a shame I won’t be remanded |
| There is no grave deep enough |
| For low lifes like me |
| (There is no grave, there is no grave) |
| (There is no grave deep enough) |
| All my god damns got me nowhere |
| All my god damns got me… |
| He’ll take my head apart, |
| Examine it carefully |
| So there won’t be others like me |
| Are you proud of what you have created? |
| Another dead and useless, |
| Faithless and vacant |
| Will not willingly sell my soul |
| To feel anything more |
| But that’s what got me here before |
| Are you proud? |
| Have I made you proud? |
| Are you proud of me now? |
| I am all I am |
| I am all I am |
| I am all I am |
| 'Cause they never |
| 'Cause they never loved me |