Fight me 
Just fucking fight me 
I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free 
Scream for me, you're just a concept baby 
Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me 
You big fucking gun 
Son of gun 
When you speak of sex it was easier to tell everything you wanted to hear 
You big cigar 
Kill me I'm not insane 
This is for the coming 
Like the sun it weeps 
We long for more 
It's a full moon and I'm off the shit 
Now I can't remember what I've said 
It was easier to find comfort in leaving your sorry ass 
Than tell you how I felt 
Just how I really felt... 
When I am god 
You are nothing 
Fire will burn away the sin 
You big fucking gun 
For all your glory 
This is for the coming 
Like the sun it weeps 
We long for more 
Now is the time for you to 
Pick up your clothes and go to 
That fucking place where you belong 
Take what you need to get there 
Just take it all, I don't care 
As long as I'm sure you'll 
Go away