In the ground I’ve set my soul to lay
Would you look at the mess that we made?
I’m not pretending that
I’m better than insane

Blood doesn’t flow from the great divine
If I cut you, will it turn to wine?
Or are you a ghost hiding
Behind a man’s eyes?

And here we are again
Two corpses in the light
The barrel of a gun
Feels merciful tonight
I’m awake
To see which shell will forsake

The clouds are turning gray
The blade is sinking in
Standing in the rain
Blood washing off your skin
So who will it be?
Which corpse gets buried
At midnight?

I have died but have not lived again
Trapped in an impasse where time is dead
There’s a stirring in my blood
That’s pushing me ahead

There’s a gun in the messiah’s hand
His eradicating, hallowed plan
In this toxic world
You fight for your last stand

And here we are again
Two corpses in the light
The barrel of a gun
Feels merciful tonight
I’m awake
To see which shell will forsake

The clouds are turning gray
The blade is sinking in
Standing in the rain
Blood washing off your skin
So who will it be?
Which corpse gets buried
At midnight?

The colors have faded to gray
I wake up cleansed of yesterday

At midnight, only hands decide
At midnight one of us will die

In the ground I’ve set my soul to lay
Would you look at the mess that we made?
I think that we are both a little bit insane

And here we are again
Two corpses in the light
The barrel of a gun
Feels merciful tonight
I’m awake
To see which shell will forsake

The clouds are turning gray
The blade is sinking in
Standing in the rain
Blood washing off your skin
So who will it be?
Which corpse gets buried
At midnight?