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the reckoning is coming and i'm not afraid
playing a game of chance with he-without-name
and i don't really care if i win or i lose
nothing ever matters when you got nothing to prove

i bury my own feelings in the dark of my soul
hiding underneath a heart blacker than coal
so i burn another match to lighten the room
unaware that the fire that illuminates doom

they open up the book to hear the good word
but seldom is the message ever honestly heard
and though the people suffer at the hands of ourselves
it's you and me that both will end up burning in hell

and we all praise our god
without a clue he's gone
so i just got to know
when is my time to go

for every other problem you hit the vice of the day
and lose yourself in your head until it's away
happiness is fleeting almost all of the time
so why have a problem when i achieve mine?

i'm sick, aching, tired of the world where we live
people acting selfish with no kind words to give
flocking to the screen that shows you an open world
no one ever bothers to give it a whirl

and we all praise our good
without a clue he's gone
so i just got to know
when is my time to go