Up Above
Up above sitting on his thrown
Gates surround the place he calls his home
For saints and crooks he writes the book and every final page
Every answer, every age
If what they say, what they say. what they say is true
That a spirit up above watches over you
Then I wanna know
What's his cue and who is God praying to
Down below he patiently awaits
The hottest fire burns the sinner's fate
And every hole is filled with tortured souls
In a stove with ancient coals of ageless hate
If what they say, what they say, what they say is true
That a spirit down below watches under you
Then I wanna know
When this fiend begins to fade what makes the devil afraid