Your religion
Your pride
We spit in your face
Our will is done
Your Morals
Your lies
Well never embrace
Our will is done
Well fuck and sin
Well never repent
Our will is done
Deny the cross and its intent
You want to write us off as shock and petty complaining
Well guess again
Were reading bierce and twiain to your chagrin
Were living life without guilt or chains to hold us back
No time to venerate unproven claims
Were on the attack
Your religion
Your pride
We spit in your face
Your Morals
Your Lies
Well never embrace