Preachers

There's a lot of preachers here but I don't see no saints 'Lot of fingers pointin' Palms sweating under red paint All us curtain twitchers, viewing pictures, fling them windows wide The screen's unreflective, no perspective, is there guilt inside? Feeling dead important in the comments takes like We're on fire! Damned if they do Damned if he don't Maybe she will What if I won't? Quick, punish each other, don't discover the pattern, repeat it Forget all the nuance, 'cause we're fluent in carceral logic Hold the women higher, shoot them faster 'cause the men can't help it Damned if she do Damned if we don't Damned if I do Damned if you don't I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! Mr. Sanctimony and his pony only know that one trick Calls it liberation, mans his station, never budges from it Our mental exhaustion fuels their fortune in the silicon pit Damned if we do Damned if they don't Maybe you will What if she won't Damned if you do Damned if I don't I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I don't want to be saved! I guess I'll be damned! I guess I'll be damned! I guess I'll be damned! I guess I'll be damned! I guess I'll be-