Dreams die
Here on earth we're getting bored
Soul selfishness means
We're beaten whores
We're all trying to be God
Plague of humanity undone
Build a mess to destroy
Our ground is insured
Progress to regress
Into oblivion
Now stand up and carry
The weight of a cross
We're all trying to be God
Plague of humanity undone
Hell heaven eleven pylons
Aligned in a square position
Well if the end of our kind's tonight
You'll feel chills then you'll collapse
But it's a comfy zone to die
Then everything will be alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
We're all trying to be God