Fight me   Just fucking fight me   I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free   Scream for me, you're just a concept baby   Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me      You big fucking gun   Son of gun      When you speak of sex it was easier to tell everything you wanted to hear      You big cigar      Kill me I'm not insane      This is for the coming   Like the sun it weeps   We long for more      It's a full moon and I'm off the shit   Now I can't remember what I've said      It was easier to find comfort in leaving your sorry ass   Than tell you how I felt   Just how I really felt...      When I am god   You are nothing   Fire will burn away the sin   You big fucking gun   For all your glory      This is for the coming   Like the sun it weeps   We long for more      Now is the time for you to   Pick up your clothes and go to   That fucking place where you belong   Take what you need to get there   Just take it all, I don't care   As long as I'm sure you'll   Go away