Closer to the Center of the Earth

The city of the dead is full of exhibitionists Dancing in the streets in their bones The hounds have the scent and they're on the trail Chase them into the cave where darkness dwells If my sin remains I have chosen my god Choose this day who you will serve As for me and my house We will serve the Lord From high lofty window tops you see Peering through the oil and scum Praying the door is locked They see the chase below through the avenue And you think those bones look like you The dead are all around in a state of decay And you are safe in a secret place Not of things you've earned or deserve But you have been called out of this world They're walking closer to the center of the earth All along they think they're exploring the universe They'll never prove that God doesn't exist 'Cause God took away all their evidence