"The End of the World" written in lights in the sky,
Love undying in the empty eyes,
That have no need to question why.
A door ajar but left to rot,
Cupboard and key both left to rust,
The light only falls on the cross tipped rosary.
Some take their faith too far.
They'd do just as well to wish upon the stars.
Some take their faith too far.
A woman said on the news today,
That our world is going to end in the month of May:
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, please,
Grant us all a sweet release:
The deadline approaches, better speak your Psalms,
Tell me, is that blood or sweat on your palms?
"The End of the World" written in lights in the sky,
Love undying in the empty eyes,
That have no need to question why.
A door ajar but left to rot,
Cupboard and key both left to rust,
The light only falls on the cross tipped rosary.