I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods

Dark days for your Solstice dancin' through the depths of

Hellfire, on the winds that started from within

My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin

So, tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"

In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife

You know that I'm sanctified by what's below

A poem by me

"The stars are not in the sky"

But tonight they are watching us die

As they began burning us alive

As they stood in the sky

Still watching us die

Their Twinkies began to chime

Like bells in the sky

As vecna sat their in the sky

Laughing us die

The stars turn into fire balls

As they began burning everything in sight

As humanity burns Alive as the