front and center...   ten percent pulled apart vilified tolerance but only to patronize   hang a noose like a crucifix nagles high   leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide   sticking tp your guns provokes an ugly picture   of a child gagging on those same guns   transforming more self loathing youth   for queers to corpses in two seconds flat   you've got correction take for every transgress   immediate approval distress   call our your icon from its whitewashed 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 lood that you have ever spilled   diseased and deranged   became a draining mass of death at your request   in your prayers in your speeches you clain our death