Shangri La

the devil murders Death
and takes the scythe off His hands
but it's not your life he claims
it's the sins you love
to lie, cheat, lust, destroy
now you have your fucking paradise
revel in the perfection
the madness will kill you inside out
he rides his bike down hell's gravel road
engine roaring, scythe screaming
the blade rips the sky open
and the bloody wretched souls pour down
the souls shimmer as they fall
you may think they're beautiful
but here's the thing you don't know:
they are suicide angels
now the devil's willing slaves
blood spills from their torn wings
and mingles with the rain
it's not their tears; it's yours
the angels laugh in wicked elation
do you still believe in paradise?
do you still believe in God?
no one can save you now