Apostate

I'll shove that cross around your neck down your fucking throat What's the point in fixing something if it never broke? Comfortable with hate, for "He forgiveth all..." I don't need anyone beside me, helping when I fall Can you say the same for yourself? Look to the sky, at a ghost, for help Spending life on your fucking knees Devotion doesn't mean shit to me If I had it my way, you'd all bleed at the wrist Like the savior you're so sure gives a f*ck you exist If you had it your way, you would kill us off And the world would bow its head toward your blood-soaked cross We'll find out who the f*ggot is when your neck's between my teeth, motherfucker