Hell is what you think you deserve
If you give in to your guilt you might live in a Hell on Earth
Don't just look to the horizon
You should look down at your feet
They're closer and easier to see
I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world
No, history doesn't hate you
It just remembers the you that you could live without
If you run your past might chase you
The problem with a closet of bones is the smell might rub off on your clothes
High school cannot hurt you (hurt you)
Neither can your ex-loves (hurt you)
I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world
When the sun (sun) burns out (burns out)
And the buildings (buildings) that we took for granite are ground into (ground into)
Sand (sand) and the curtain falls down (down)
On the age of man (man), there won't be a man around (man around)
To suffer for his sins
If Rapture's what you're after
Your image has been captured with a caption so absurd
God is a good villain
His story's filled with intrigue and sin and conflicting sentiments
Magic cannot hurt you (magic)
Neither can the bible (bible)
I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world