False Judgments

Hypocrites be bitching

Itching to be snitching

Cross-stitching insults with prayer

They dare ask the Lord to care

His presence is barren

So why are you still staring

At someone you’d never give a shit about

While you continue to complain and pout

What authority have you even gained

From my perspective, everybody’s stained

We’ve all got our scars

So enough with the tar

Please start to become real

Enough with the court-appeals

And learn to love

Cause it’s stemmed from above

Stop judging what you can't understand

Don't act as if you know what it means to be a man

I live my life the best I can

But your judgments are piling up like grains of sand

God, please oh please deliver me from this wretched land

Assumptions are swift and fiery thoughts

Stemming from being wrongly taught

They carry more weight than actual character

While you sit, point, and stare at her

For being a whore and white trash

Nothing she can do when she's short on cash

Selling herself to gain money and some sort of self-esteem

But on your high council you have decided and deemed

Her as a harlot and a slut

But look at the rotting in your own gut

Can't say I would be any different with my observations

Inspired to write this song cause I was falsely judged but I'm searching for vindication

On the radio station, or to relieve my pent up frustration with masturbation

Why must it come to this?

The golden rule seems more like a type of guideline

So much that it blows my mind

So many know, so few follow it

We could all learn to grow, instead we hollow it

In the end, what goes around comes around

So beware of the words you mutter with that treacherous sound

Stop judging what you can't understand

Don't act as if you know what it means to be a man

I live my life the best I can

But your judgments are piling up like grains of sand

God, please oh please deliver me from this wretched land

Lord, how come your place of refuge is rejecting
As if the harshness of the world must become resurrecting
I feel more alone than ever in the pale cathedrals
Feeling dull, as your sermons lull me, pull me to sleep
Already feeling like a creep, and a freak, for letting my mind speak
Tell me to be meek, I'm already a geek, my soul is already too weak
As your idolatry reeks, even when you pray daily every week
Don't tell me how to live my life
God already gives me enough strife

Stop judging what you can't understand

Don't act as if you know what it means to be a man

I live my life the best I can

But your judgments are piling up like grains of sand

God, please oh please deliver me from this wretched land