At Least I Know I'm a Sinner by Atreyu

lift up a stone and you will find him, cherish the beauty in the world around us
not in buildings or crosses made by man
judge me, fuck you, stop playing god
your forked tongue prophecies, carelessly caressing the wounds of the week
people like you should be crucified, then maybe, just maybe, you'll have an idea
of what you are talking about. my only solace is that one day
judgement will come for the wicked, then we will see who burns
raise you heads, unclasp your hands, your weakness makes me tremble
true strength comes from within and were given this life to live, not exist under standards,
set by some bullshit rule book what prayers of yours, were ever answered, by degarding others
spare me your bibical back peddling nonsense for the people that you've hurt
and the being you dishonor, your fall from grace, will finally justify my means
judge me and now you are me and what's worse you are now a traito to your god
tell me judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon
sinners like you, should be strung up from the highest tree
you judged me and now you are me, stop playing god