Lyrics

Hell is what you think you deserve If you give in to your guilt you might live in a Hell on Earth Don't just look to the horizon You should look down at your feet They're closer and easier to see I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world No, history doesn't hate you It just remembers the you that you could live without If you run your past might chase you The problem with a closet of bones is the smell might rub off on your clothes High school cannot hurt you (hurt you) Neither can your ex-loves (hurt you) I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world Whеn the sun (sun) burns out (burns out) And the buildings (buildings) that we took for granitе are ground into (ground into) Sand (sand) and the curtain falls down (down) On the age of man (man), there won't be a man around (man around) To suffer for his sins If Rapture's what you're after Your image has been captured with a caption so absurd God is a good villain His story's filled with intrigue and sin and conflicting sentiments Magic cannot hurt you (magic) Neither can the bible (bible) I promise you won't have to worry 'bout the end of the world