Lift up a stone and you will find him,

cherish the beauty in the world around us

Not in buildings or crosses made by man

Judge me, fuck you, stop playing god,

Your forked tongue prophecies,

carelessly caressing the wounds of the weak

People like you should be crucified,

then maybe just maybe you would have an idea

Of what you are talking about.

My only solace is that one day,

judgment will come for the wicked, then we will see who burns

Raise your heads, unclasp your hands,

your weakness makes me tremble

True strength comes from within

And we were given this life to live,

not exist under standards, set by some bullshit rule book

What prayers of yours, were ever answered, by degrading others

Spare me your biblical back peddling nonsense

For the people that you've hurt, and the being your dishonor,

Your fall from grace, will finally justify my means

Judge me and now you are me and what's worse

You are now a traitor to your god

Tell me Judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon

Sinners like you, should be stung up from the highest tree

you judged me and now you are me, stop playing god