Bury the priest and burn religion alive
Baptize at birth with the black brush's wine
The uncrowned king unholy
Forget about the crucifix
Can't you see the way they twist and turn
Just sign right here and watch the tables turn
Just raise your fist and let me hear you say
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Incarnation can bring down the stars
Five thousand times, and their service is ours
The losers, dope-fiends, and don't forget
The worthless, no good, piece of shit
Come with me and we'll drink a toast to anarchy
All we need is excess and ecstasy
Just raise your fist and let me hear you say
But your war is not with me
There are many of those who oppose us
All of this could always be the way that you would want it to
Come on down right now and sell your soul
This could be the only way
Forget the fucking judgment day
Ignorant is Bliss, so raise your fist and say Hey
WRITERS
CHRISTIAN JOSEPH PIERCE, GEORGE JASON JONES, MICHAEL J. LUCE, STEVIE BENTON