"You don't fit into that all-American Box.
That coffin created for creative thought.
It's disgusting, his priorities,
and how we're entrusting him with authority.
His gavel's gone down before he looked in your heart.
He finished this race(ism) before he reached the start.
Jesus loved the outcasts.
He loves the ones the world just loves to hate.
And as long as there's a heaven, there'll be a failure to excommunicate."





"Dead star shine,
light up the sky.
I'm all out of breath.
My walls are closing in.
Days go by,
give me a sign.
Come back to the end,
the shepherd of the damned."