Front and center...      Ten percent    Pulled apart, vilified    Tolerate    But only to patronize   Hang a noose    Like a crucifix dangled high   Leg breakings   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 white 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've got correction tape for every transgress   Immediate approval for distress   Call out your icon from its white washed tomb   Your perversion, your blame, your truth       You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed   For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled   You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed   For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled   And you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed   For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled   And you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed   For every drop of blood you ever fucking spilled      Diseased and deranged   Became a draining mass    Of death at your request   In your prayers    In your speeches    You claim our death