If It Comes Down To It

If it comes down to it, I'm choosing Satan;
If it comes down to it, I'm choosing freedom;
I don't believe in that shit, because neither are real;
But if I had to choose one, its the dark side I feel;
Satan is freedom, Satan is choice, Satan the selfish empowering voice;
Nothing more selfish than God, the unstable power-trip seeker;
But Satan will blow out the sound in your speakers;
The culture is harsh, but a baby to yours;
We make music and artwork, not oppression and wars;
God's people have slaughtered, thousands and millions;
Aligns with the Bible, Yeawea, master of killings;
For your culture is harsh, and kills the self in its people;
So I bring forth the darkness, knocking them off their steeple;
I believe in no God, I believe in no Satan;
I believe in no myths, nor the nihl of sadists;
You hold to a God, but I hold to the people;
No gods and no Santa, not needed for the cheerful;
I believe in the people, but don't worship her methods;
The reverse piousness of the worship of beakers;