The World Is Ending (No One Cares)

You know you lot are all an abomination,
and in an hour you're all meeting in Hell?
Each of your sins will be counted and numbered
at the gates of heaven - Have you thought of all of the lies you can tell
to St. Peter when he asks you the question:
"Have you been saved? Can you tell me his name?"
The wine and liquor in your throats'll disable
any chance you have to answer with a word that'll win you the game

So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
Take a ride, an express lane to your doom

You know you lot are all lying with Satan,
and in an hour you'll be begging him "please,
give me a minute of relief from the suffering"
But he'll only turn the fire up, and do it with the greatest of ease
And St. Peter will be laughing in heaven,
a million miles gone from you and your screams,
and I'll be sitting at the feet of the father
Bring the bomb and my salvation,
time for all of this to tear from the seams

So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
Take a ride an express lane to your doom
Buy a ride on the H-train I’m in ecstasy
Cause when you ride that express lane, yeah you’re screwed

So walk along with your tears in your eyes
All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation
Walk along with your fears and your cries
Realize that we're all gonna die, it's just a matter of patience
Walk along with your tears in your eyes,
but realize that it's not too late to repent and go to heaven
Walk along with your eyes to the ground, but I'm around -
So have a seat and give me your first and last confession