I used to believe But now my belief turns to dust At the feet of the altar The altar of lust Like a lamb to the slaughter Drowned in holy water Held below by my shame Beg for forgiveness at the feet of the one Who knows both heaven and hell Kneel for confession, you bastard This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves We did it to ourselves The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Madonna weeps for her children Fathers tear at their robes Out of sight, out of mind Out of control Lay me down to rest Rip out my heart from my chest And wash the guilt from you bloodstained hands Lay me down to rest Lay me down to rest This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Broken bodies, reduce them to nothing Broken spirits, just longing for substance Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God ♪ Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God ♪ The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves This is the first and second death There's no sanctuary here Suffocated by the Hands of God No sanctuary No sanctuary here