Underneath the blacklight Day-glow eyes and busy parasites Taking their bites A gathering of drifters Floating through some kind of neon dream Apocalyptic subterrene God has left the building son Couldn't take the heat inside us Don't you think we've having fun Now that heaven's gone Blinded by the churchlight Stained glass arms casting their stones again Riddled with sin Waiting for an ending That might be nothing but a fairytale With all the Mary's you've inhaled God has left the building son Couldn't stand the heat inside us Judgement day has just begun Now that heaven's gone God has left the building son Left us here to find the answer Can we save our souls from sin Now that heaven's gone What if we were spiritless Walking flesh and nothingness Would it put your mind to rest Or make you hold your dying breath