Rupture of the Rapture Lyrics

What hope do you find?

In false prophecy and lies

Served to you by self-fed hands

Shit on a silver platter, circled by flies

Foretold of the return of a son

To come back to this world

On specified predicted dates

A darkened gospel unfurled

No rapture can save you

Because when you die, that's it

You're fucking dead

Cretins on a static screen

Filling heads with false proof

Living lives of luxury

Hiding their facade uncouth

Monuments built on stolen graves

Money changing dishonest hands

I hope one day it all burns down

Amidst the pulpit where you stand

No rapture can save you

Because when you die, that's it

You're fucking dead

Rupture of the rapture

No tall tales here have come true

Break away from the victim faith

You can't save the squandered youth