Carved out of stone but I’m covered in mud

I’ve learnt how to pray but I’m all out of luck

I’m a baby in a suitcase screaming at the top of my lungs

Eyes glued shut but I’ve been here before

I’ve not read the books to weave a metaphor

I’m a scared little child in a bunker waiting for a nuclear war

Close my eyes and tell something I want to go to heaven

But I wasted all my wishes at 11:11

On futile things like a flat and musical success

I’m at the golden gates and I’m waiting in line

Tell me I’m a good boy six more times

When I got to the front of the queue they didn’t have my halo

Only the dead have seen the end

Take me to the end

Only the dead have seen the end

Take me to the end

Fragile bones, it’s a long old road to the top

You’ve got to step on throats

But you’ve got nothing left to lose when the world is burning

Funny few years but the rapture is here

There’s not long left, let me make one thing clear

The devils they were made out of love for a thing called power

Only the dead have seen the end

Take me to the end

Only the dead have seen the end

Take me to the end