Early in life, I lost my faith.
Praying to a god that ignored my pain.
Why do you kneel before his name?
You're but a puppet, a mindless drone in shame.
So when I give you a piece of mind,
you shut me out, you turn your back and hide?
You preach your morals, infect young minds.
Your poison's spreading a constant lie.
So here I am, a man of blasphemy.
No need for god or hopeless empathy.
I've lived my life around your shit,
and I will never bow before your scripts.
So as I suffered throughout my years,
praying and crying in a pool of tears.
I was left with a rope and chair,
the noose snapped ,but why the fuck should I care?
Burn the pages,
A sense of freedom,
Fills the skies.