Goddamn

The whiskey I've been swilling
Has soured like the soil
Nothing we plant
Can live here anymore
Smoked my fill of roaches
Tired of sniffing dust
Red skies won’t turn blue
There's nothing left for us

So I said
Goddamn
Save your thoughts and prayers
I don't want your hell

Lame excuses
Have left me so numb
No explanation
For what we have become
I know you’re still waiting
To see it change my dear
Just look above
Coz' red skies won't turn clear

Bad enough
Without your Lord looking down
I was built to persist
To survive the divine

My sight's long gone so I can't see the reaper
Reaching for my soul
So show me your hell

Bad enough
Without your Lord looking down
I was built to persist
To survive the divine

So I said
Goddamn
Save your thoughts and prayers
I don't want your hell