amen

and are those real angels in the magazines?, oh, is there a heaven? you'd know now you've been, are those real stars that hang in the sky?, or are they man made? a trick of the light?, amen, amen, amen, and is there a god up there? 'so, where does he hide?, 'cause the devil is raging inside my mind, and is there a moment where it all makes sense?, when saying goodbye, doesn't feel like the end?, amen, amen, amen, amen, sometimes i can't help blaming you, for leaving me here, what am i supposed to do?, there's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs, but we both know that won't be enough, 'cause i see you in the daytime, and i hear you at night, there's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes, i don't want to be here, i don't know what to do, sometimes i'd rather be dead, at least then i'm with you, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen