I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
I would never trust a pregnant virgin
and I wouldn’t take one single text to be the truth
because to believe I’d need to see a mountain of proof
christ, and your imaginary friends will love me to the bitter end
I’m sure when I die hell awaits me
I don’t spit or shit on anybody’s faith
until some judgmental fuck gets up in my face
and tells me I’m destined to burn
because how I think is impure
and he damns me to darkness
because I don’t see the light
he swears that I’ll suffer until the end of time
and I will defend any human being’s right to believe in anything
even that which makes no sense to me
but I will fight for control of what I hear and see
and I’ll deny any church pushing its rules on me
my spirituality can’t be organized
but since you’ve set the boundaries and all the guidelines hell awaits me
yes, I’m sure when I die hell awaits me
but in that lake of fire I’ll be fast asleep
don’t pray for me, pray you’re right
pray something’s been listening at night
two thousand years of guilt and war won’t convince me
that death will bring reward
don’t waste your breath on my damned soul
reach for that hand that you can’t hold
don’t waste your breath on me.