Last Rites

I'm surrounded by darkness

I'm dying in my bed

I don't know if I am

Going to survive

I open up my eyes

But it's so hard to see

My last rites

I don't believe in heaven

I don't believe in hell

So save your god for someone else

Or save him for yourself

In a flick of a second

I think I saw a priest

Listening to my breathing

Getting weaker all the time

He's mumbling words I

Do not understand

My last rites

I don't believe in heaven

I don't believe in hell

So save your god for someone else

Or save him for yourself

Feeling colder

Feeling low

My blood's still running

But running slow

Oh, no

I don't need no priest of yours

Oh, Christ

I won't listen to another word from you

Here I am dying and you act the fool

I wish you'd come a little closer

So I can reach your cross and end your prayer here

I don't believe in heaven

I don't believe in hell

So save your god for someone else

Or save him for yourself

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