Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those straight-edge motherfuckers, They don't shit, Their just looking for answers, And too close minded To look anywhere beyond their church, Or whatever the ignorant say is true.
From high up on yer You preach my triple 6 You spit about my this and And away yer welcome mat With a jesus christ will save So you christians misbehave satan makes the list himself And rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement gasoline, they're Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the laws of God make ya pissed You become an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not All will rot and diseased again the fallen towers The Tortured of every hour And at the of the final bell You lead the righteous to hell When all the is dead and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement huffing gasolinem Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God just ya pissed You better become an Your Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
Nuclear Apox spells doom like the t.v. in your room each bomb a million dead it melts yer skin and implodes yer And now you get your day You you'll 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 huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me! And when the of God just make ya pissed You better an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
There's a within you a deep inside or maybe it's cancer the doctors can't but yer stomach on growning as yer wastes away and yer ill & weaker single fucking day
we are we are