Front and center ten percent pulled apart   Vilified tolerate but only to patronize   Hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high   Leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide      Sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture   Of a child gagging on those same guns   Transforming more self loathing youth   From queers to corpses in two seconds flat      You've got correction tape for every transgress   Immediate approval for distress   Call out your icon from its whites washed 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 blood that you have ever spilled   Diseased and deranged became a draining mass of death   At your request in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death