The Divine Infection lyrics

You don't need a disclaimer, you're not really famous
So get your f*cking chin outta the sky
I will never stop till I'm on top
Create a new diversion
Virgins begging for a hit with original style

I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven
I know I've made mistakes, I don't need to be saved
Holiness is f*cking televised
Fakers profiteering
Pioneer a new "religion" stealing money "for god"

One, two, three, four

Crossed out
Wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me, come on and get me
Blacked out
Ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me? You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a god of nothing
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
f*ck you

You don't need a disclaimer, you're not really famous
So get your f*cking nose out of my life
Unprotected sex confession
Sharing needles at the altar
Father, f*cking little kids, makes you holier than thou

f*ck you
One, two, three, four

Crossed out
Wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me, come on and get me
Blacked out
Ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me? you never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a god of nothing
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out

Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today, is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of god
Who the f*ck are you to tell me what I can and can't do or say?
No thanks, f*ck you
It's my life, my body and my love to give
Dear ignorance, i'll see you in hell

There is no cure for the divine infection

Crossed out
Wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me, come on and get me
Blacked out
Ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me? you never met me
f*ck you