A cold mist creeps over the reeds tonight
The icy eyes of scorn are frosted with thought...
What of these who would have those burn to keep their rules
Spewing forth their wisdom like barbaric tools?
This monster does not hail to god nor man
This life is far to short to waste on morality's drudgery hand
Who gave them power to command my will with guilt?
If I am felonious of being human let the scales tilt!
All the pompous preaching of the perfectly pious
Have not stopped our wars and only serve to mask the self righteous
Twas their gods and men who invented freaks the likes of me
And now I'm bound to bow and heed their hypocrite's decree?
To walk like sheep or lambs to the slaughter to cover up a sin
Because some sick hearted do gooder had evil seeds within
Does not seem very fair to me what pray thee was my crime?
Ask they of me to serve a sentence locked away in time?
This sinner, monster, Jezebel sees far into your soul
More sick than I more twisted still your intentions start to grow
Here I stand on hills of ruins the cruel gods and men would sell
If living up to your gods is heaven I'd rather burn in hell
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