Guilty of survival
on the bullet's arrival

Man shut the **** up with that bible

Nothing holy found in a meaningless death
Nothing gained nothing lost just lost his breath

Nobody ever cherished he,
meant nothing to me

Never meant anything to the family

They say the whole world can be seen in a grain of sand
Well the whole world can be lost for the gram and a band

**** got me lyin
in my own brain

Thoughts of shame and ****** pain

Watch the time flow through my scarred hands
The clock tickin life lost in front of claspin hands

Pray away the pain
leave the needy in the rain

Pray rather than give a *******

**** empty words in the pulpit
Preachers speakin to the rats

Skittering scared masses
gather en mass

For their weekly holy masse

To hide from the sights in the front
The cyanide in a cup from tainted font

Self idealisation  
adulation congratulation

Nothing real no action no salvation

Burnin the minorities on crosses
Holy ethnic cleansing in the mosques

Killers deserve forgiveness
****** deserve forgiveness

But man takes **** and deserves pain relentless

Its a facade a coping mechanism
Lies to fade away the pain in realism

Fundies is colloquial
a term for the mentally ill

Sundays the ***** hit a sleeping pill

Manson family with some Boko Haram just contemporaries
Hands-on oppression and manipulation it barely varies

Historic faults ignored
easily overlooked

None holier than thou got addicts hooked

Hide actions with words and rhetoric
Form factions and division so reverent

Be just and holy
treat others kindly

Do what we say in the majority, **** the minority