Morning mass suicide

I got a little infection
Want to share it
I got a dirty wound
You want to tear it
These little pictures how
They make my heart stop
These dirty pictures how
They make me wanna drop
Liberty's all I want
Liberty god liberty gun
Away from this place
Away from you all
Chasing the future away
Turning my back on your faith
Pushing the ashes away
Pushing the visions away
Oh...fuck
I'm like a half dead insect
On the ground
I have forgotten what this war is all about
I'm only waiting to take
My last shot at you
And when I'm done I got a shot
For myself too
Chasing the future away
Turning my back on your faith
Pushing the ashes away
Pushing the visions away
Oh...fuck
It's your god it's your gun
It's your ferar it's your lust
I feel the cold floor berlow me
And I hear your voice
The scent of blood and fear
Crawling amidst your toys
It's the masochist
In every child
It's the emperor laughing
The emperor choking
And I am the infidel
Won't you punish me
The subdivision of carnal
Superstition whatever you call
The human condition
Tell me you give a fuck right
Before you kill me
So I know I've been lied to
For the last time.