Chris Fugate - Weak Minds lyrics

Dear powerless God False martyr Fool True bringer of violence, pain, and sadness I know I will always be pure I have yet to lose the battle I refuse to lose to a myth, creature, or a f**ing book I gather my fellow man here to day to call out this f**ing fake I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate Stand before me Flames burn in all man's eyes Obliterate a system of believers Weak minds weep and they die Stand tall against all myth bringers Your faith breeds d**h; you are alone in this Fear no God Weep no longer I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate Stand before me I, a man of flesh and blood Air in my lungs I challenge you Jesu Stand before me