Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers, They don't shit, just looking for easy answers, And they're too minded To look anywhere beyond their church, Or whatever the masses say is true.
From high up on yer You preach my triple 6 You spit my this and that And away yer welcome mat With a coupon jesus will save So don't you christians ''cause makes the list himself And it's rotting on the 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 laws of God just make ya You better become an atheist 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 death of every hour And at the of the final bell You the righteous down to hell When all the world is and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement gasolinem they're Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And when the laws of God just make ya You become an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
Nuclear spells your doom like the t.v. in your living each bomb kills a million it melts yer skin and yer head And now you get judgement day You think you'll float up then But yer just like everyone You turn to ash when the burning's
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the basement gasoline Dead, dead, dead, Your god is 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 within you a deep inside or maybe it's just the doctors can't but yer stomach on growning as yer body away and yer getting ill & every single day
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