Satire--not serious "Look Up!" White robes pressed and the laces tied tight We gathered in the valley in the pale morning light Clutching the scripture, we waited for the sound Of a golden trumpet shaking the ground We were praying for a lift, for a flight to the pearly gate Counting down the seconds of a predestined fate The clouds ripped open, a shimmering silver tare And for one heartbeat, we shed every single fear The air went cold, the silence grew deep A promise kept while the unbelievers sleep But the wind didn't smell like incense or pine It smelled like iron... and a predatory line Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! Deacon Jones was the first to go A sixty-tooth snap and a sudden, crimson flow He didn't float upward, he was dragged by the heel Into a whirlwind of scales and a prehistoric meal We thought we were ascending to a city of gold But the story we're writing is visceral and bold They didn't come to save us, they came for the feast The herald of the end is a (scream) six-foot beast! The clouds are raining lizards, the horizon is red The book of revelations didn't mention being fed To a cold-blooded killer with a gaze like glass As the glory of the heavens turns into a bloodbath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! Look at the carnage, look at the fray The "saved" are just appetizers for the day We spent forty years waiting for the trumpet's call But we're just livestock waiting for the curtain to fall The same old hunger, the same old greed Just a different kind of mouth that needs to be fed I thought I saw an angel... But it had a sickle-claw I thought I heard a chorus... But it was just a guttural roar It Wasn'T A Miracle! It Was A Migration! Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! all makes sense... RUN!more