Fight me
 Just fucking fight me
 I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free
 Scream for me, you're just a concept baby
 Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me

 You big fucking gun
 Son of gun

 When you speak of sex it was easier to tell everything you wanted to hear

 You big cigar

 Kill me I'm not insane

 This is for the coming
 Like the sun it weeps
 We long for more

 It's a full moon and I'm off the shit
 Now I can't remember what I've said

 Than tell you how I felt
 Just how I really felt...

 When I am god
 You are nothing
 Fire will burn away the sin
 You big fucking gun
 For all your glory

 This is for the coming
 Like the sun it weeps
 We long for more

 Now is the time for you to
 Pick up your clothes and go to
 That fucking place where you belong
 Take what you need to get there
 Just take it all, I don't care
 As long as I'm sure you'll
 Go away