I run with the pack with every freedom   I am God, selfishness embodied   Strong enough to build this mountain   A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's proper name      I am a man who screams aloud as for I am nothing   Humility exercised honest enough   To humble any man who seeks peace   And I call it by its name      Jealousy, it turns the kindest of men green   With rage and eats them from inside   I've climbed your mountain   And found it to be no more than a mole hill   Compared to the hate you harbor for Christ      I'd call it by it's name if it had one   Rebellion against faith based on it's failed followers   A rotting fool tied upon our necks   That carry the blood of the crusades   And the misunderstanding of homosexuality      Ammo, nothing but a different time   And a different language for a different people   Where morals were a foundation and not controversial   I am a man who's screamed for far too long   And near the end of his rope