Anti-Missionary from Sophomore by Darth Nater

My god, why won’t you die?
Cause I’ve tried harshly and subtly
Killing you for lacking the truth
I’ll light your words ablaze, then start for the door

The only books that start a war must be read with salt or not at all
You sure you want me?
It’s not mutual
It’s not beautiful anymore

I’ll bash their eyes
Cause it’s better than seeing
If they see then they might start believing
And that’s scarier than hell
And that’s coming from a kid who wanted to kill himself

And that’s coming from a kid who grew up in sanctuaries high
And that’s coming from a kid who faked it every Thursday night
And that’s coming from a kid who gave up half of his brief life
To crosses cruel and Sunday school, oh I’m a guilty wreck
I’m going to heck

It’s the worst kind of ship
If you love me, give me ten percent
Well that’s not love at all
It’s not what you should ask of us
You want a trust that’s so uncalled for
For years and years I took the blood and
Bread to get rid of the sins that I now revel in
Well I’m the bloody devil and

I perceive that we’re more than you’re teaching
If they hear then they might start believing in us and themselves
And that’s coming from the kid who hid in stained glass shadows of his shell

And that’s coming from a kid who grew up in sanctuaries high
And that’s coming from a kid who faked it every Thursday night
And that’s coming from a kid who gave up half of his brief life
To crosses cruel and Sunday school and disconcerting bells
I’m going to hell

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