Who Are You?

Who are you to say I'm evil? Who are you to say I have no morals? Who are you to say we're wrong? Who are you to preach your song? Who are you to kick us down? Who are you to call me clown? Joking? Am I? Loveless? Can I? Hatred? Can I? Well asking who fits the shoe Who are you? Who are you to call us morbid? Who are you to claim perfection? Who are you to talk of purity? Who are you to say that you see? So Are we blind? Stoking? Am I? Putrid? Can I? Well stating who fits the shoe... Who Are You? Who are you to say I'm weaker? Who are you to state I'm meeker? Who are you to "save" me now? Who am I to take a bow? If I feel your evil empire in your meetings of belief I was a victim of deciept A fallen of my cause Against your silly "holy" laws I can still think over your mind I can still think over your kind Am I not accepted because I can't comply with something? Can't stall something? So false, so wretched, something so...morbid. I'm not preaching my song I'm not kicking you down But I do think you a clown Is it because you believe in this false scorcher? I don't believe so you are much more torture.