Age 14 at midnight I hear voices from the kitchen
I let my feet follow the sound as I let my ears listen
I walk upstairs and at the kitchen table I can see
That God is sitting with the Devil, sharing drinks and old stories
The floorboard creaks
A red embarrassment floods all throughout God's face
He swears that it's not what it looks like
Then he swears he can explain
The Devil speaks,
"Your God and I put all our
Differences to rest Now man's actions are his own
But man will blame us nonetheless"
The Devil stands
He grabs his keys and straightens out a rusted crown
He tells me, "Hell is frozen over
Heaven burned down to the ground
And you have only got one life
So do with it what you would like
We solemnly apologize but we won't be there when you die"
And I stand cold and alone
In a body that won't move
Watching the eyes of these gods that I once knew
One pair looks down in a half-hearted lie while
The other looks straight into mine with a whole truth
-(If) the Book Doesn't Sell
