I Stabbed God in the Back Video (MV)

Times like these that call for prayers from drunken housewives
Is the devils fork tongued sermon suited to my life
I cross my fingers behind my back and walk quietly along this funeral procession
I stabbed God in the back and laughed as he created us
I buried loves eyes in the trenches of the honeymoon suite
I scaled the wall to wave a white flag in defeat
I'm driving our memorial off these very cliffs
This guilt can eat you alive and this path will destroy your life
And be damn sure that we will act a noose around your heart
Your ash deconstructs my sunsets to a point of beautiful aggression
I can't hot-wire this heart into one final ignition
The very first casualty of this war was the truth
And the devil just snuck out the back door with my soul
Prison cells await me for the hearts that I break
A silver key on the belt of the guard with the hearts I long to take
Prepare my body and give it up to heaven
And stutter the drunken prayers to God for her to be a widow
Call the ocean make him part room for my grave
Decades will pass before you ever hear from me
I crawled to confession booths dripping in sins
That even hell itself would frown upon with judging eyes
The once loving arms of repentances
Now hold a smoking gun to the back of our polluted heads