Sacrilegious nature of existence
Leading the weak to servitude through lies
Preying on the smallest bit of conscience
To justify the need for your wealth

Go spread your cancer somewhere else
The beauty of free will is that I think for myself
There’s never been a leg to stand on
So you use a cross
To make it seem so noble

I stand in direct opposition
To demand Christianity stand down
And since that for them is never an option
I can never and will never back down

So you think you can be forgiven
For your grievous sins
Have no fear, they’re not forgotten
We’re sick and tired of the pious oppression

Go spread your disease somewhere else
If I wish to know, then I’ll find out for myself
No one hasn’t heard your tired dogma
I’m fucking sick of magic words

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