Текст: Black Lungs. Fire And Brimstone.

No one should have to live in shame.
It's this absurdity that clouds your mind and pushes you away.
What lies upon the altar?
Statues and hypocrites keep you in line and never falter.
Beat your kids.
Pray to the holy ghost.
All is forgiven sunday.
You just wait in line, accept the host.
You're not devoid of faith.
You never had it anyways.
Will you let me go to hell however i choose?
Don't you pray for me and I won't, I won't pray for you.
That's all the both of us can do.
Agree to disagree and hope thats enough.
If it was there for you to run to.
Kept you clinging on after all you've been through.
If it was there for you to run to.
Kept you clinging on after all you've been through.
(Will you let me go to hell however i choose?) [x4]