Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers, They don't shit, just looking for easy answers, And too close minded To anywhere beyond their local church, Or whatever the masses say is true.
From up on yer crucifix You preach my triple 6 You about my this and that And yank yer welcome mat With a jesus christ will save So don't you misbehave ''cause satan makes the himself And it's on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the 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 better become an Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not All will rot and diseased Once again the fallen The Tortured death of 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 in the straight-edge scene are in the huffing gasolinem they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
Apox spells your doom like the t.v. in your room each kills a million dead it melts yer and implodes 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 burning's
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me! And when the laws of God just ya pissed You better an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
There's a within you a tapeworm deep or maybe just cancer the doctors can't but yer keeps on growning as yer body wastes and yer ill & weaker every fucking day
we are we are