Lift up a stone and you will find him,

Cherish the beauty in the world around us 

Not in buildings or crosses made by man 

Judge me, fuck you, stop playing god, 

Your forked tongue prophecies,

Carelessly caressing the wounds of the weak 

People like you should be crucified,

Then maybe just maybe you would have an idea 

Of what you are talking about. 

My only solace is that one day,

Raise your heads, unclasp your hands,

Your weakness makes me tremble 

And we were given this life to live,

Not exist under standards, set by some bullshit rule book 

What prayers of yours, were ever answered, by degrading others 

Spare me your biblical back peddling nonsense 

For the people that you've hurt, and the being your dishonor, 

Your fall from grace, will finally justify my means 

Judge me and now you are me and what's worse 

You are now a traitor to your god 

Tell me Judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon 

Sinners like you, should be stung up from the highest tree 

You judged me and now you are me, stop playing god