A Message To The Angels Pt. Ii (Brainless God)

This is a message for the angels
This is the demons at your door
We're all waiting for an answer
You can bet we won't be ignored
Why did you let this bullshit happen?
Where did we fuck up along the line?
Won't you tell us? Probably not, you have no spine

You can bet we'll shake these gates until they fall
And you can bet we'll cut your heads off, one and all
'Cause you cut our party short now
And it's time to prove something to you
Us sinners don't take kindly to last call

This is a message for the angels
You've got a breach of security
All that struggling at your gates
Is from those people you set free
It was your insistence that you leave us
All alone to fend for ourselves
And now it's your turn to take your weapons off your shelves

You're brainless, God should take some time, climb off His throne
And give us all an explanation of His own
We want our whiskey bottles back now
Our guitars and amplifiers
Because this night ain't over 'til we say it's done

On and on and on (We go)
On and on and on (We go)
On and on and on (We go)
On and on and on

Best have wine and cheers, my friend
Congrats, we made it to the end
So glad despite our fate below, love won
We go on and on and on
So here's our toast, raise glasses high (Let's toast to you)
Just one more cheer for you and I (Let's reach the end)
In our last hour before we die, oh my
Let's get plastered one more time
Let's get plastered one more time