I'm not feeling good
I feel full and happy as fuck
I woke turned around
I don't find my mom
I must hurry up
Cuz I got to go to court
Cuz somebody found me guilty
For criticizing the church
I must confess that I sing out of tune
That I have found peace
In the darkness of my pain
Love playing with my self
They want me in a cage cause
Somebody think that I'm a sinner
And I should be death
That I can't be saved
That grace is not for me
That Jesus doesn't love me and
I should burn in hell
While you
Say that I'll be smoking on the ground
And while you
Kill me
I'll be hanging with the fallen ones just like Jesus does
They say the
Heaven is full of ugly bastard sons
So if sinner is what I am then
You can call me Shame
So holy pretty face tell me what's so wrong with me
What's so wrong with her
Why you love to hate
If Christal spilled his blood
And came for all the
Liars' killers rapers
Thief's and whores
Then we are saved no
I have no hope
I have sold my body
For some money to buy my smokes
I have killed my self more than once
I was full of shame for
All the things that I did wrong
Until I found out that being gross
Is part of growing up
I'm a Christian anarchista
Your perfect son it already took you
Too long cast the first fucking stone
While you
Say that
I'll be smoking on the ground
And while you
Kill me
I'll be hanging with the
Fallen ones just like Jesus does
They say the
Heaven is so full of the
Ugly bastard sons
So if sinner is what I am then
You can call me Shame
Wish that I could eat your face because you look so bad
Wish that a hypocrite kid
Wouldn't smell so bad
While you
Say that I'll be smoking on the ground
And while you
Kill me
I'll be hanging with the
Fallen ones just like Jesus does
They say the
Heaven is so full of
Ugly bastard sons
So if sinner is what I am
Then you can call me Shame