Above, Below

Up above, sitting on his throne Gates surround the place he calls his home For saints and crooks he writes the book, and every final page Every answer, every age If what they say, what they say, what they say is true That a spirit up above watches over you Then I wanna know, what's his cue And who is God praying to? Down below, he patiently awaits The hottest fire burns us in his fate And every hole, is filled with tortured souls In a stove of ancient coals of ageless hate If what they say, what they say, what they say is true That a spirit down below watches under you Then I wanna know when his fame begins to fade What makes the devil afraid