front and center...

ten percent pulled apart vilified tolerance but only to patronize

hang a noose like a crucifix nagles high

leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide

sticking tp your guns provokes an ugly picture

of a child gagging on those same guns

transforming more self loathing youth

for queers to corpses in two seconds flat

you've got correction take for every transgress

immediate approval distress

call our your icon from its whitewashed tomb

your perversion your blame your truth

trigger finger prints in a pool of blood

pray for us that our sins will come undone

now that you've decided in all of your tirade

that we are not worthy to live

you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed

for every drop of lood that you have ever spilled

diseased and deranged

became a draining mass of death at your request

in your prayers in your speeches you clain our death