God is dead

I'm playing with fire When I'm talking to you The shit you spew Holding on, staying calm On the brink of combusting When I'm taking your life Sacrifice, chosen one You are gone Now I wait it out And days have gone by Trail's getting cold I've locked myself inside And I'm about to lose my mind Is there a reason to change my way Let's ask the crowd what the survey says My soul's corrupted beyond repair Oh, God is dead, he won't hear your prayers My methodical weakness Internally I'm falling through Tough as few I won't break Correcting my mistakes Cold hearted murder My uncelebrated skill I did kill, no remorse Traumatized by blunt force Now I wait it out And days have gone by Trail's getting cold I've locked myself inside And I'm about to lose my mind Is there a reason to change my way Let's ask the crowd what the survey says My soul's corrupted beyond repair Oh, God is dead, he won't hear your prayers Your prayers Your Your prayers Your