Before I fall to your judgement Or praise from my knees I believe there's no salvation From what I see, this is a fucking disease All I've felt is a resistance Since I've learned of a vice (Since I've learned of a vice) Why invest so much faith in a jaded life Between the wrong and right? Things to say for whichever way Your book of praise conveys the framework laid On God, you fucking son of a bitch And when you close those eyes You better pray that he exists To save some face No hand to guide the lines of the steps I take No need for a spiritual mask to know my place I can't foresee Trust in a habit, your disease So set me free (Set me free) And simply fall in line with the weak You're just stuck there with your view of black and white 'Cause you rely on outdated words to define your life All I've felt is a resistance Since I've learned of a vice (Since I've learned of a vice) Why invest so much faith in a jaded life Between the wrong and right? Swift ways of casting judgment While I beg and plead I believe there's no salvation from what I see This is a fucking disease You say I'll save some face If I follow your act of faith Well, fuck your saving grace Only I can change my ways Disease