look at that tornado
its tearing up its path
gonna suck us right up in it
take us to the promised land
advancing hurricane
let it blow us all away
halfway around the world
send you a postcard
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it

oh no now we're dead
but we're not in hell and
we're not in heaven

im drowning in the bath
you're holding my head under
guess i could fight back
why bother
labor life, slow club
ritualistic death cut cult
i learned all i know from
the truth study center
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it

oh no now i'm dead
but i'm not in hell and
i'm not in heaven
this is a séance
just some dumb young tirade
its not everything
you ever thought it'd be