(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