A brief bout with a razorblade cut me I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
In a way, I failed religion I spit the wine from mouth to cup And I reached for something more than just your God Uncle, you spared not your children And while your praying hands are up There's no forgiveness for you! You sick f**k!
come on and be my god come on and buy my gun one is for killing one is for fun