Extremist, Extremists - Fall City Fall

I live in the weak and the wounded

It’s not our mind but there’s that is broken

The most dangerous part is never knowing when the wicked comes out

And when it does there better be no more doubts

I know that I’m crazy I know that I’m a freak

But there is still a few that stand by the words that we speak

So I won’t speak for me, I’ll speak for them

For the ones society so easily condemns

For every race, straight or gay, anyone whose been called a fake

Lets try not living just for today

You’re waiting on the second coming and when it fucking does

Well You’ll be forgotten just like the rest of us

So you’ve seen the face of god

I want to know what it looks like

Did he look like a bitter man does he look like he could hold some spite

Would he forgive me for everything I’ve done

Well I don’t think so because I deny his holy and his son

I live in the weak and the wounded

It’s not ours minds but there’s that is broken

The most dangerous part is never knowing when the wicked comes out

And when it does there better be no more doubts