I've said it before and I'll say it again I would never trust a pregnant virgin and I wouldn't take one single text to be the truth because to believe I'd need to see a mountain of proof christ, and your imaginary friends will love me to the bitter end I'm sure when I die hell awaits me I don't spit or shit on anybody's faith until some judgmental fuck gets up in my face and tells me I'm destined to burn because how I think is impure and he damns me to darkness because I don't see the light he swears that I'll suffer until the end of time and I will defend any human being's right to believe in anything even that which makes no sense to me but I will fight for control of what I hear and see and I'll deny any church pushing its rules on me my spirituality can't be organized but since you've set the boundaries and all the guidelines hell awaits me yes, I'm sure when I die hell awaits me but in that lake of fire I'll be fast asleep don't pray for me, pray you're right pray something's been listening at night two thousand years of guilt and war won't convince me that death will bring reward don't waste your breath on my damned soul reach for that hand that you can't hold don't waste your breath on me.