Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those christ-core motherfuckers, They don't shit, just looking 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 preach about my 6 You spit about my this and And yank yer welcome mat a coupon jesus christ will save So you christians misbehave ''cause makes the list himself And it's on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the huffing gasoline, they're Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the of God just make ya pissed You better an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the of man is not appeased All rot sick and diseased again the fallen towers The Tortured of every hour And at the toll of the bell You lead the righteous to hell When all the world is and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God 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 bomb kills a million dead it yer skin and implodes yer head And now you get judgement day You think you'll float up away But yer guilty just everyone You turn to ash the burning's done
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the of God just make ya pissed You better become an You Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
There's a hunger you a deep inside or maybe just cancer the doctors can't but yer stomach keeps on as yer body away and yer ill & weaker every single day
we are we are