Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those straight-edge motherfuckers, They know shit, Their just for easy answers, And too close minded To look anywhere beyond local church, Or whatever the ignorant say is true.
high up on yer crucifix You preach my triple 6 You spit about my this and And away yer welcome mat With a coupon jesus christ will So you christians misbehave ''cause makes the list himself And it's on the warehouse shelf
And all the in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline, Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me! And when the laws of God make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
When the of man is not appeased All will rot and diseased Once again the fallen The Tortured death of every And at the of the final bell You lead the down to hell When all the 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 just make ya You better an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me!
Nuclear Apox spells doom like the t.v. in your room each bomb kills a dead it melts yer skin and yer head And now you get your day You think you'll float up then But yer guilty just everyone You turn to ash when the burning's
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement gasoline Dead, dead, dead, Your god is to me! And when the laws of God just make ya 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 can't but yer keeps on growning as yer wastes away and yer getting ill & every single day
we are we are