Jukebox The Ghost - The Sun lyrics

Everything under the sun is getting burned
Everything under the moon is gonna sleep

And I think that one day soon it's all gonna

Big bags of blood, or by inference
Big bags of water
Stitched too tightly at the seams
Like packaging are hurtling through
Busy city streets they're running fast
But what are they running from?
Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But, I've been all around
I've seen the globe from upside down
There's no bearded man on a fiery throne
With angels blowing trumpets below and
Calling out his judgment sounds

If God exists in a place like this then
Where else could a god or goddess be if
He or she is not trapped inside?
What if it's all just a black
Abyss and lips that kiss you
When you're sick or feeling just
A little out of touch