Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the same, Those christ-core motherfuckers, They know shit, Their just for easy answers, And they're too minded To look beyond their local church, Or whatever the masses say is true.
From up on yer crucifix You preach about my 6 You spit my this and that And away yer welcome mat With a coupon christ will save So don't you christians ''cause satan makes the himself And it's on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the straight-edge are in the basement huffing gasoline, 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, god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not All will rot and diseased Once again the fallen The Tortured of every hour And at the toll of the bell You the righteous down to hell When all the is dead and gone All I ask is me along!
And all the boys in the scene are in the basement huffing gasolinem Dead, dead, dead, their god is to me! And the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an Your 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 yer skin and implodes yer head And now you get judgement day You think you'll up then away But yer guilty like everyone 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 laws of God just ya pissed You become an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, god is dead to me!
There's a within you a tapeworm deep or it's just cancer the doctors can't but yer keeps on growning as yer body wastes and yer getting ill & every single day
we are we are