Cross eyed
blurred lipped
windows slurred and creased
A screaming red froth comes forth from our insides
and we all make a point to not mention our back sides

And we want all you *******
with those "humble" attires to realize
that you cannot possibly get any higher

And we all die in vain . . .
The pain of surrender still fresh in our minds

And I know for a fact that no matter our belief
or how well we live out our lives in His name

We will all still have the gruesome pleasure
of going out with the "bang"
of His **** in our *****.