Do crimes
Live well
Follow your glory straight to hell
If staying in your box kills the vibe,
Than hail yourself and imbibe,
Cause we are all sinners in the book,
Looking for joy to beat the clock,
And deep inside, if you choose to look,
You might just hate that box,

You might just hate the show
hate your soul white as snow
Cause if it was up to me,
I’d prefer to sends color into the glow

So Find purpose in the daily grind,
And if grinding gets you by,
Than grind baby grind,
Find your sinful shine,

We’re all heathens down below,
We heard the Pilots say,
I know I cursed that God
More that once or twice today,
So I'll accept ye dirty sinners
Commit your sins tonight
Let's throw eternity into the blender,
And war against the night

Lets war against the right,
Fight that Americana jesus
deep into the starry night,
Cause your heaven didn't please us
Only Satan knows how to treat us right
An omnipotent God wouldn't need us
So I'll choose how I spend my nights
We can choose how to be us

Besides I never liked the light,
Call me Lestrad in girly tights
Enby, Queer, and pasty white,
I’m a vamp that glows red in sunlight
I might as well burn from the cross
Cause there’s no holy threshold that I’d like to walk across
I'm a rolling stone that gathers now moss
But boulders over every line that they say I shouldn't cross

I’m not hoping to be chosen to be on God’s guest list,
Given God’s blessing, I thought “I should probably bin this”
Cause if you offer me the Blood, I’ll ask for a cold guinness,
Cause no Holy Gate is worth you getting in my business,

Whether I’m destined for hell or glory
I honestly don’t want to know,
Cause when you start getting in our lives, the hypocrisy starts to show,
It's like you giving your opinion is a black light starting to glow
Every fallen seed that bleeds is lit up for the world to know

Cause We’re all quietly going about our so called depraved lives,
Just trying to get us and ours through the day alive,
but because we didn’t hail mary and confess every thought,
We’re apparently reveling in the hell that we wrought,
Well I have a thought,
Maybe leave us the fuck alone,
Keep your faith to yourselves,
And keep your shit out of our homes,
Keep your nose out of our business,
And stop shaking that dirty ratchet old tome,
Stop caring about our fields and the roads that we roam
Your faith ain't our laws your church ain't out home,