Take your fucking humor to the suicide lines. Take your fucking panic to their mothers' cries. Take your fucking idols and set them ablaze. Tell your fucking god that you've got hell to raise. Your neck ain't worth a strand of the rope that strung up those shattered lives. Take all the nails of words you've said and stick them in your fucking eyes. Let your rivers run with blood. Let the locusts devour every crop that's grown inside your head. Let the sulfur set fire to the demons sleeping in your bed. You're starved for validation. You're starved for consecration. Nothing is left in your hands. Fuck all the prayers to your saints, your life's consumed by hate. Your mind is rotted by faith. Take your fucking idols and set them ablaze. Tell your fucking god that you've got hell to raise. You are a dying breed.