Reject the stuff you're taught

Bored more than not

So what? They've got a crutch

It's nothing you could ever touch



Don't look

Don't look onto your lawn

There's a billboard built for God



You won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds

So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines

If all you want is just your own set of rules

Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools