front and center
ten percent pulled apart vilified tolerance but only to patronize
hang a noose like a crucifix nagles high
leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide
sticking tp your guns provokes an ugly picture
of a child gagging on those same guns
transforming more self loathing youth
for queers to corpses in two seconds flat
you've got correction take for every transgress
immediate approval distress
call our your icon from its whitewashed tom
your perversion your blame your truth
trigger finger prints in a pool of blood
pray for us that our sins will come undone
now that you've decided in all of your tirade
that we are not worthy to live
you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed
for every drop of lood that you have ever spilled
diseased and deranged
became a draining mass of death at your request
in your prayers in your speeches you clain our death