God Sent

God sent, well-spoken
A homophobe in sheep's clothing
You’re young, young at heart
But one day, cancer will tear you apart

A guilty conscience full of rage
What do you say? What do you say?
So go and preach, preach these lies
In manic praise and lustful ways

No gods, no masters
How did the house of God raise such a fucking bastard?
No gods, no masters
How did the house of God raise such a fucking bastard?

And I’m thankful for everything
So hide behind the cross in the name of God
Even though it doesn’t mean shit

There’s a belt burn on my neck and I’ve got a stomach full of regrets This world has left me with nothing unsaid
Honestly, I’d rather be fucking dead
20 years down and prozac born
A pilfered bastard in a rotting hole

A disorder, oh, so bleak, it burns to the core
Consume my faith

This manic thought
While it lingers on, I’m spitting teeth and broken words
This world is a cancer and I’m here to burn
Tear me down bone and skin

No gods follow me, no gods follow me
This is the great grief, this is the great grief
Fuck them and fuck what they think
Fuck them and fuck what they think
They live in misery, they live to burden me