In place of incluence  Invincible position  The lie you believe in  Awaiting a response, no one stands  When you attack my God  And His precious, precious truth    Fabricated truth spurts forth from your intellectual wounds  Crushing hammers to the skull of rationality  Seeking to obliterate truth from the lips of the beautiful  Malignancy eats at your soul    Pride  All you have left  Ad hominem  Your last defense    Year in, year out  You seek out one to slaughter  To intellectually torture and dismember  Upon a table of philosophical butchery  Perverse  You desire to hear them cry out    Sick man you are  Believing your "truth" can save you  You and your 'hammers will lie gutted and severed  Not a threat, but a promise of your future    My heart takes over my body  I rise, you laugh  You draw your hammer, try to break my skull of objective distinctions  All eyes are fixed, for we are in the battlefield of ideas  You desire my parents' philosophy to be my weapon  I choose the chainsaw, objective truth never hurt like this  Such power, so much force, your arguments lie bloody and severed  Beneath a mangled heap of subjective thinking    Pride  All you have left  Ad hominem  Your last defense    The final blow  My chainsaw rips the lies from your heart  But eternal truth can stitch the incision and wipe away the tears  Yourself enslaved, yet you have a choice  Eyes fixed on your broken corpse, you realize your fault    I hate you not  God hates you not  You need fear not  Truth just killed you    I hate you not  God hates you not  You need fear not  Truth wil revive you