Heathen hell, no decision Lorded over by religion Useless turds, piles of shit Spouting hate down from pulpits Holy hell We’re headed to holy hell Reasoning, our greatest skill Backed up by our iron will Feed the flames, the fire’s hot Break the chains or it will never stop Living so far underneath of their thumbs While they are so far up their own fucking bums With their thumbs up their asses getting nothing done We’re literally treated like shit Holy hell