The end's not near. It's here. Alleluia. Spread the cheer. And watch the millenarians. Throw a party for a thousand years. You won't see the pious praying. They'll be too busy flaying. All the martyrs with better ways. To stop the world decaying. If you call me I won't be home. I'm hiding from the kingdom come. They can't see everything on earth. With the satellites and the roving drones. This is why hell is underground. Like a reclaimed bad part of town. We don't want to lose our souls. We're the saints who don't want to be found