The Mountain's Coming Down (Rough)

I don't believe in heaven,
Nor do I belive in a hell,
Anyone who sends you there,
Has a collapsing world to sell,
God rules on the mountain,
Humanity was built on stones,
The mountain's comin' down,
Forget about the first thrown

Humans patrol this jailed world,
God's in the chains of slavery,
Breaking stones in the jail yard,
Guards won't hear the eternal plea,
The trenches with war's soldiers,
Their blood leaves God's hands,
God's tears flow like a river,
As war mongers wound the land

Mighty streams like justice,
The Lord can't wait no more,
We cannot seem to break through,
Don't trash God's hopes anymore,
Our roots cannot be swayed,
By the mightiest of winds,
We are talking about freedom,
For the world we're living in

Let go of my two hands, death,
Oh, death release my hands,
I feel ready to escape here,
And march off to the promised land,
Look ahead past the broken chains,
And praise people over the Lord,
God may be our life's creator,
But we've destroyed the world