Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers, They don't shit, Their just looking for answers, And too close minded To look anywhere their local church, Or the ignorant masses say is true.
From up on yer crucifix You preach about my 6 You spit about my and that And yank away yer mat With a coupon jesus will save So don't you christians satan makes the list himself And rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the basement gasoline, they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God just ya pissed You become an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the of man is not appeased All will rot sick and Once again the towers The death of every hour And at the toll of the final You lead the down to hell all the world 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, god is dead to me! And when the laws of God make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
Nuclear Apox your doom like the t.v. in living room bomb kills 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 just everyone You turn to ash when the burning's
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the basement gasoline Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me! And when the laws of God just make ya You become an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
There's a within you a tapeworm deep or maybe it's just the doctors can't but yer stomach on growning as yer wastes away and yer getting ill & single fucking day
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