The world stares silently at us

The world stares as we turn to dust

There's no succor for the saved

There's no hand of God to trust

There's nothing here

There's nothing there

Oh, there's nothing anywhere

We stand at the center of the play

We stare at the saints and holy blood

We watch as the heavens fade

And death dons a mask of lust

There's nothing here

There's nothing there

Oh, there's nothing anywhere

Oh, the blessed; the well-behaved

They cannot be the same as us

I watch, but I cannot believe

The soft spine of trust