I didn't know it But I've bones to pick With a so called loving god Who lets a child be sick Who lets our fucking eyes Get eaten out by bugs You say Satan has a say But we don't give a fuck Turns out I've bones to pick With every living soul And every so called lover Pity's something I'd never Feel for ourselves Now our souls are as cold as ice We won't even make it through the Fucking night One thumb on the pulse One finger on the trigger We're falling to pieces And the cracks are getting bigger All eyes are closed And all hearts are shut No hope or empathy No more room for love As if the warning signs weren't big enough There will be no intervention from the skies above From ourselves there's nowhere to hide When we're willing to live But too ready to die No one gets out alive We are in extremis