I collect collapsed churches to honor my god So he knows, I can see what he's done And sometimes I paint in the blood of the faint When it seems I should honor his son Demons can't give Satan nightmares She dreams of darker stars Prisons can't be threatening if Your heart loves iron bars There's a whisper in the wind tonight That chants of silver trees And Mars will glow blood red tonight With missing priesthood keys So here's to valleys made of kindling And to birthrights that were lost Here's to starstuff, and to hellhounds And to blood and crystal frost Here's to God and here's to Satan And the grey where they both live Here's to cutting up your heart Till it can filter through a sieve Raise a glass to shades of chaos And the inkblot where we live Raise a glass till you are broken And have nothing left to give You are finite, and you'll die soon In the dark without a name But for now let's raise a glass And toast the house that stacked the game