This Game is Done

there's no grace in the after life
it is broken and full of strife
all the angels are high on crack
all the devils are talking smack
and the children who used to play
seems they've chosen to run away
this game is done

it strikes me as somewhat odd
people pray to the bronze age god
if they knew what was really in store
they'd find out that their god is bored
and for all that they really gave
nothing was ventured and nothing gained
this game is done

bye, bye for now
bye, bye tonight
this cave is empty
this game is done
it's time to run

in the rapture the chosen rise
into the stratospherical skies
to the edge of the milky way
where there's nowhere left to pray
seems their buses are out of gas
run on fumes from a distant past
this game is done

i found god on a submarine
trimmed his beard and was looking kean
he pretended that i was a fool
but damn he was looking cool
he said something i didn't catch
and then opened a deadly hatch
this game is done

bye, bye for now
bye, bye tonight
this cave is empty
this game is done
it's time to run

there's no grace in the after life
it is broken and full of strife
all the angels are high on crack
all the devils are talking smack
and the children who used to play
seems they've chosen to run away
this game is done