Westboro Lyrics

Album: Westboro

If god existed you'd be the first one he'd hate.

Your religion is an infection of the weak-minded. You're a herd of sheep

Fallen prey to the disease of fools.

So fucking pray.

Lighter fluid washes away your tears

As we burn your fucking family alive.

I look at you with a smile on my face

Flick the match as I walk away.

there is no washing my hands of this

so don't fucking pray for my forgiveness.

i bow to no man.

i regret nothing.

i repent nothing i'm a hollow shell of the man i used to be.

this is not a fucking trend for me.

its just what i believe.

i really meant it when i fucking said.

get on your fucking knees.

You preached a corrupt sermon

Now your mass will be held in hell.

There will be no protesting this

We will burn down your institution.

Were here to emancipate your mind,

While we desecrate your shrine.

You can pray for your god to save you but right now your fucking mine

Pete:

Kneel down and taste the pain

Choking on butane

You create this hell on Earth, you fuel the fire

Proof your god has a sense of humor.

Oh, man-made god, wash the cancer of man off the earth again.