If the stars fall down on me
And the sun refuse to shine
Then may the shackles be undone,
And all the old words, cease to rhyme.
If the skies, turn into stone,
It will matter not at all,
For there is no heaven in the sky,
Hell does not wait for our downfall.
Let the voice of reason shine,
Let the pious vanish for all times,
The gods are, hidden, all unseen,
You can't ask them what it all means.
He was never on your side,
She was never on your side.
Let right or wrong, alone decide.