You told them to follow, blind
Do as your told and close your mind
But did you think for yourself,
Or just for everybody else?

Your bliss is ignorance
You don't know just what you missed
You've never known
And since no rapture comes,
You'll have front row seats to what you've done
Reap what you've sewn

It should be obvious,
Since you expect to be rewarded
For flushing creation down the toilet
If one day Judgement does come
And the damned will fall to hell
You will fall well

One day the skies will open,
But you will see nothing but stars
Nothing but stars
And one day minds will open,
But you will leave nothing but scars
Nothing but scars

And if judgment comes,
there is a place for what you've done
You will fall well