Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those christ-core motherfuckers, They know shit, Their just for easy answers, And they're too close To look anywhere their local church, Or whatever the masses say is true.
high up on yer crucifix You about my triple 6 You spit about my and that And yank away yer mat a coupon jesus christ will save So you christians misbehave ''cause satan makes the list And rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement huffing gasoline, Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God make ya pissed You better become an Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not All will rot and diseased Once again the fallen The Tortured death of every And at the toll of the final You lead the righteous down to all the world is dead and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the basement huffing they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And the laws of God just make ya pissed You better an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
Nuclear spells your doom like the t.v. in your room each bomb kills a dead it yer skin and implodes yer head And now you get judgement day You think float up then away But yer guilty like everyone You turn to ash when the done
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement huffing Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the laws of God just make ya You become an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
There's a hunger you a deep inside or it's just cancer the doctors decide but yer keeps on growning as yer body wastes and yer getting ill & single fucking day
we are we are