Chris Cerulli - The Divine Infection lyrics

You don't need a disclaimer, you're not really famous So get your f**ing chin outta the sky I will never stop till i'm on top, create a new diversion Virgins begging for a hit with original style I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven I know i've made mistakes, I don't need to be saved Holiness is f**ing televised Fakers profiteering Pioneer a new "religion" stealing money "for god" One, two, three, four Crossed out Wrists bound Everybody get down Come on and get me, come on and get me Blacked out Ghost town Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? you never met me On your knees Just a slave to a god of nothing Try and judge me I'll tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out f** you You don't need a disclaimer, you're not really famous So get your f**ing nose outta my life Unprotected s** confession Sharing needles at the altar Father f**ing little kids, makes you holier than thou f** you One, two, three, four Crossed out Wrists bound Everybody get down Come on and get me, come on and get me Blacked out Ghost town Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? you never met me On your knees Just a slave to a god of nothing Try and judge me I'll tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today, is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of god Who the f** are you to tell me what I can and can't do or say? No thanks, f** you It's my life, my body and my love to give Dear ignorance, i'll see you in hell Crossed out Wrists bound Everybody get down Come on and get me, come on and get me Blacked out Ghost town Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? you never met me f** you