Getting Into Heaven Can Be Hell Frank Iero

It's almost time
To ask your god to make it right
A deadly flaw in the grand design
A black heart feeds a brilliant mind

We're so well rounded
We're so well rounded
Yeah, you're surrounded
Our roots are grounded in blood lust

This love is fueled by hatred
And this death toll brings no peace
This love is fueled by hatred
And this death toll brings no peace

I'm unsatisfied
But I feel great inside
If everything goes according to plan
There's gonna be a lot less of you hanging around tonight

My eyes are blinded
My fists are tightened
My pulse excited
My aim is true

They say these days we've lost all sight
They say we've lost ourselves