[Chorus]
God bless you Elizabeth, ever since I was a little kid
Your kiss was permanent on my skin, but your lips are why I’m meant to sin
I know you meant no harm with your embrace, but within your arms is where I learned to hate
First through eighth, a serpent waiting to purge what was learned and then burn this faith

[Verse 1]
I was educated in a lions’ den with liars chiming in and tryna blend
Hiding in these vibrant gems and denying a destiny of primal sin
Sometimes I rewind to when I’m a kid, a quiet-lipped, silent child in
That pious zen, I was alive but dead, it would be a decade before my eyes opened
Is it pathetic that I never let it go? Is it regrettable I stress about unknowns?
Because Heaven’ll never let me in, but the belles in Hell’ll be like “Welcome home!!”
I seldom go where the hell-bent go because I never obsess over hell-bent goals
But my hell-bent soul is a well-spent ghost and it’s better I never regret a hell-bent roast
So to each his own, believe what you wanna, I don’t ever wanna be the demon in a sauna
But sometimes I just gotta release what I bottle, so I’m not about to martyr a believer with a motto
(OH) …And it’s times like that that I want a tenderizer to massage my back
Cuz I’m so stressed out to the point I’m a wreck, heck “How bout you breathe cyanide, Matt?”
I never tried suicide, but between you and I, doom and life seem to be the same so “who decides?”
The brutal lies, or the human and the putrefied, neither, I’ma try it blind, either’s for a foolish mind
I’ll live my life in these tunes and rhymes, proving that beauty is in the eye of who chooses sight
My loosest line’s tighter than a crucifix crucifying Jesus to Judas, this is who your “truth” defined

[Verse 2]
Lemme say this, I can’t take it, I don’t want no more of this fake shit
Ain’t nobody come to be my buddy while in Saints’ scripture, ain’t nobody talking straight-lipped
They’d just say shit like they’re blameless, erased are the days when I’d take shit
I’ma take this halo up above my brain and break it, a symbol of hatred
I was caged up through grade 8, feeble, but when I graduated I stayed lethal
That rage that had fashioned a place in my abdomen made me what I became, evil)
I hold grudges, I ain’t vocal much, but these vocals pump and eat holes in punks
Who preach total love, but when you hope for some, they just open up a deep soul of nothing
Fuck… And I won’t ever go back, no matter how many trump cards are stacked
I don’t give a rat’s arm bout nostalgia and crap cuz I’m too fucking old to be bummed far back
A lumbar strap to support my backpack, too many actions in pageants at Mass
Back in class I would try so hard, then I half-assed after I gathered the fact I was a lab rat
Back in my current lab I work on these burned tapes to set a bridge so ablaze that it burns waves
Murder takes with a rage that was learned sane, but birthed anger and angst when I learned hate
First grade was the first stage where worms wade, I was immersed in a churned lake of pure pain
Convert me with a sermon of a virgin birth? You’re late, most of the jerks who I wanna curse are your Saints