Fight me
Just fucking fight me
I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free
Scream for me, you're just a concept baby
Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me
You big fucking gun
Son of gun
When you speak of sex it was easier to tell everything you wanted to hear
You big cigar
Kill me I'm not insane
This is for the coming
Like the sun it weeps
We long for more
It's a full moon and I'm off the shit
Now I can't remember what I've said
It was easier to find comfort in leaving your sorry ass
Than tell you how I felt
Just how I really felt...
When I am god
You are nothing
Fire will burn away the sin
You big fucking gun
For all your glory
This is for the coming
Like the sun it weeps
We long for more
Now is the time for you to
Pick up your clothes and go to
That fucking place where you belong
Take what you need to get there
Just take it all, I don't care
As long as I'm sure you'll
Go away