You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous So get your fucking chin outta the sky I will never stop 'til I'm on the top create a new diversion Virgins begging for a hit with original style
I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven I know I've made mistakes, I don't need to be saved. Holiness is fucking televised Fakers profiteering Pioneer a new 'religion' stealing money 'for God'.
Crossed out Wrists bound Everybody get down Come on and get me, come on and get me Blacked out Ghost town Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me On your knees Just a slave to a God of nothing Try and judge me I'll tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
Fuck you!
You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous So get your fucking nose outta my life Unprotected sex confession Sharing needles at the altar Father fucking little kids makes you holier than thou
Fuck you!
Crossed out Wrists bound Everybody get down Come on and get me, come on and get me Blacked out Ghost town Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me On your knees Just a slave to a God of nothing Try and judge me I'll tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of God. Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can't do or say? No thanks. Fuck you.
It's my life, my body, and my love to give. Dear ignorance, I'll see you in Hell.
There is no cure for the divine infection.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
