You look like sin to me
All dolled in flashy freedom
You know no discipline
You don't bow down to Him, so
I see no reason in your
Holding your head up high
I see no me in you, so you must die
What you want, what you need are all of the answers
What I've got, what I bleed are all of your chances
Cross me, you'll have to answer to my bloody urge
Every second more of this is adding to this k**ing surge
You follow other wordings
You drink obvious lies
You open up your mouth
But I see covered eyes
You make no sense to me, so
You give me reason why
You don't fit in with us, so you will die
You don't agree with me or follow any of my truths
You won't accept my charity or swallow my rules
You don't see Him within me, still denying I'm wise
You won't bow down so you must, so we will make you all die
You speak in shifting eyelids
You bring up questions of
Things that I choose to scoff at
There is only His love
You talk of other thoughts that
Threaten my faith's thin guise
Frankly you frighten me, so you must die
I say so
It has to be
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned Christ is watching
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned Christ is waiting
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned Christ is angry
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned Christ just sold your soul