The end’s not near
It’s here
Alleluia
Spread the cheer
And watch the millenarians
Throw a party for a thousand years
You won’t see the pious praying
They’ll be too busy flaying
All the martyrs with better ways
To stop the world decaying
If you call me I won’t be home
I’m hiding from the kingdom come
They can’t see everything on earth
With the satellites and the roving drones
This is why hell is underground
Like a reclaimed bad part of town
We don’t want to lose our souls
We’re the saints who don’t want to be found
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