I look around for an exit, but the door leads me back to the beginning
In my mind sleep I realize that the Christians have come for me with their knives and claws
They taunt me and laugh at what I have become but they are winning
Why resort to name calling and jeering, why is there death looming
Why do I feel like I’m a morsel of food in Gods jaws

God hates what I do, I listen to the satanic racket and sing along
But I truly believe god would hate me despite any good I do
I would have to serve up my morals and my freedom to him and that’s just wrong
I do just fine by myself, only lesser men should serve the almighty strong
God is fickle and you can’t judge him despite what he does to you

Yet here come the Christians they stab and they stab
I don’t feel like I deserve this, but leave it up to them to exaggerate
Death grabs and doesn’t let go, I’m running while the horde yaps
Looking for the exit but this congregation still laughs
I don’t know how I got here, maybe I asked for the keys to heavens gate

I wake up from this terrifying sleep and ask what did I do so wrong?
The Christians know my name and my evils but why resort to violence
I could do nothing better, I am who I am, don’t you want people to be human all along
But they want disembodied souls not people who want to break out into song
I will not be herded into oblivion though, they will not have my silence