Il testo della (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 dangles high
Leg breaking 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 whites 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 will burn in hell for everyone you've killed
For every drop of blood that you have ever spilled
Diseased and deranged became a draining mass of death
At your request in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death