Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those christ-core motherfuckers, don't know shit, Their just looking for 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 my triple 6 You spit about my and that And yank yer welcome mat With a jesus christ will save So you christians misbehave ''cause makes the list himself And it's rotting on the warehouse
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the huffing gasoline, they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God just make ya You better become an Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the of man is not appeased All will rot sick and again the fallen towers The Tortured death of hour And at the toll of the final You lead the righteous down to When all the world is and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the huffing gasolinem 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!
Nuclear Apox your doom the t.v. in your living room each bomb kills a dead it melts yer and implodes yer head And now you get judgement day You think you'll float up then But yer guilty like everyone You turn to ash when the burning's
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the laws of God just ya pissed You better an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
There's a hunger you a deep inside or maybe it's just the doctors decide but yer stomach on growning as yer body wastes and yer ill & weaker every single day
we are we are