(Compassion) As Skull Fragments On the Wall

Front and center Ten percent Pulled apart, vilified Tolerate But only to patronize Hang a noose Like a crucifix dangled high Leg breakings For your sheep becomes suicide Sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture Of a child gagging on those same guns Transforming more self loathing youth From queers to corpses in two seconds flat You've got correction tape for every transgress Immediate approval for distress Call out your icon from its white washed 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've got correction tape for every transgress Immediate approval for distress Call out your icon from its white washed tomb Your perversion, your blame, your truth You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled And you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed For every drop of blood that you've ever spilled And you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed For every drop of blood you ever fucking spilled Diseased and deranged Became a draining mass Of death at your request In your prayers In your speeches You claim our death