Rapture

Raise me up through the blue blue skies Let me fly To a land where my soul will never die Strap me in to this divine machine Let me see All the things that no mortal eye has seen Well I know that the cup is empty The barrel has run dry But they say there's a land of plenty Awaiting in the sky Fire me deep into the frozen void And I'll find A new home far from this one we've destroyed Way out there beyond the veil of night Kingdom come And everything is gonna be alright There will be no rising seas or atom bombs No fear for the future Just you and me and the chosen ones Who were fit for the Rapture Sing hallelujah our souls are saved Let's raise the dead from their cryo-graves And all their sins forgive Don't mourn for those who we leave behind All their mushroom clouds will be silver-lined They die that we might live Well I know that the cup is empty The barrel has run dry But they say there's a land of plenty Awaiting in the sky There will be no rising seas or atom bombs No fear for the future Just me and you and the chosen ones Who were fit for the Rapture