Well if there's really just one heaven, then my chance of getting in is much too slim. So many bottles and temptresses, they only add to my sins. They say there's no hunger and no thirst that you'd adore. I'm just a stranger, 'cause this preacher doesn't make sense anymore. My will was so strong and it took much too long to be honest with myself. Doth this offend you? If you're just my God for the weekend then we might have a problem because I'm planning to sleep in. It's nothing personal. You employ so many others, let this one take the worn and twisting trail. My skull is a castle. No more rest for the dead. Wake up, wake up it's time for the blood to be shed. You can call me lonely. You can tell me I'm vain, which is how I take your name. So on the coldest day of the year I won't be burning bridges in fear. But if you're around when it's my time, I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong. Until then let's just go our separate ways.