Looking down from heaven's gates
Into the wasteland we've become
The morning sun will all but wake the dead
Throw open the coffin door
The earth will tremble as we walk
The dead stand to their feet
Search the skies for a sign
Oh, God I can't quite shake this
Just put me back in the ground
Oh, I'm surrounded by these demons
Your love is loud and deafening
But God this cross gets hard to bear