The Church of Black Flag

This is the church where Black Flag lives
 Sentiments are born of desperation
 Where good thoughts come from
 Monuments in futility
 Stress and anger, passion and humility
 But we're above thumbs
 This is the church where black flag resides
 There's no profit, no success, just pride
 Nil by mouth with prophetic paint
 Autistic license, we're always poor and hungry
 Art just doesn't pay
 Finding beauty in ugliness
 Compulsive strides are pensive and second best
 This is on our chests
 This is the church where black flag resides
 There's no profit, no success and we're tired
 We're tired!
 This is the church free of cognicide
 There's no profit, no success and we're tired,
 In the church where Black Flag resides
 There's no profit, no success, just pride.