Fuck elitist bigots and religious extremists. Long live punk rock.
How can you look me in the eyes and say that you believe these lies with a straight face? You say you don't discriminate but that's never been the case. And I can't take this fickle bullshit anymore. Your time is up, I've called your bluff. I've had enough and I'm running for the door. Because its never been worth fighting for.
I tried to find a way to compromise, you never cared at all. So fuck you, I'm through trying to make a difference. Its all your fault.
Redact the facts as you attack, you pick and choose just what you want to see. You're thumping at your empty tomes until your knuckles bleed. And all of this hostility is suffocating me. You've got your hands around my neck and I can barely breathe. I'm at the end of my rope that your using to choke out my voice until I'm turning blue. But I am nothing like you: A mob mentality too blind to see the enemy: this ethos you're subscribing to. What's become of you?
You have no right to say what's real and what's fake and make me feel so second rate. Because I alone control my fate. "No gods, No masters" is my creed. You're so elitist, extremist. Don't pray for me you fucking self-righteous bigot. Just keep throwing stones, you're nothing but drones. But don't you EVER look down on me from your make-believe pedestal. Make no mistake, its all your fault.
released March 28, 2014
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