Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those straight-edge motherfuckers, They don't shit, Their just for easy answers, And they're too minded To look anywhere beyond local church, Or the ignorant masses say is true.
high up on yer crucifix You about my triple 6 You spit about my this and And yank yer welcome mat a coupon jesus christ will save So don't you christians satan makes the list himself And rotting 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 the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
When the greed of man is not All rot sick and diseased again the fallen towers 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 in the straight-edge scene are in the huffing gasolinem 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, Your god is to me!
Nuclear spells your doom like the t.v. in your living each bomb kills a dead it melts yer skin and yer head And now you get your day You you'll float up then away But yer guilty just like You turn to ash when the done
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the basement huffing Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the of God just make ya pissed You become an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
There's a within you a tapeworm inside or maybe just cancer the doctors decide but yer stomach keeps on as yer body away and yer ill & weaker every fucking day
we are we are