Lord, let me sleep
with the angels tonight.
The lie that I live
is the lie that I'll die.

The fear that I'll go
and have nothing to find.
If you could exist
then it all would be right.

What power do I gain
with my sceptical lies,
with my atheist games
of believe or deny.

I used to keep an open mind
but hate sent me wild.
The lie that I live
is the lie that I'll die.