I was born without a god and that's how I'll die
Too busy living to listen to lies
‘Sin' is my trade… and what I desire…
Hail Blasphemic Fire!
A big middle finger aimed toward the devout
I piss on your faith, you suffer and shout
Come at me filth… and burn in my fire…
Hail Blasphemic Fire!
The fires burn higher!
I'll never be stopped from spitting my hate
For worthless ideas that prey on the weak
Target is locked… I'll never cease-fire…
Hail Blasphemic Fire!
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