"Good Christians" spit in the eyes of "undesirables" while
Higher Power pisses down upon us, and stained glass fills
With the blood that was shed in society's name, while this sad
Age shuns the bloodshedders, and sticks daggers in my ribs 'cause
Everyone wants their pound of flesh, and they all need to leech from
This pathetic creature; the gutter floods with crimson.
You're all so clean, yet you still have dirt in your eyes.
My name is the filth beneath your talons and Louboutins
But one day I'll be real again, if this recoil hits me hard
Enough, and the gleam from the barrel stuns me into your
State of blind faith and sheep mentallity; your shepherd is
The lamb of god had his throat slit long ago
But I only have one shell left in the chamber, and
Nothing in my heart, so please don't move and I
Won't fuck this up.