Testo Above, Below

Up above, sitting on his throne
Gates surround the place he calls his home.
For saints and crooks he writes the book, and every final
page
Every answer, every age

If what they say, what they say, what they say is true
That a spirit up above watches over you Then I wanna know, what's his cue
and who is God praying to

Down below, he patiently awaits
The hottest fire burns us in his fate
And every hole, is filled with tortured souls
In a stove of ancient coals of ageless hate

If what they say, what they say, what they say is true
That a spirit down below watches under you
Then I wanna know when his fame begins to fade
What makes the devil afraid