Song Lyrics

You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your fucking chin out of the sky
I will never stop 'til I'm on top, create a new diversion
Virgins begging for a hit with original style

I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven
I know I've made mistakes
I don't need to be saved
Holiness is fucking televised
Fakers profiteering
Pioneer a new religion, stealing money for God

One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out, ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
F*ck you

You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your fucking nose out of my life
Unprotected sex confession
Sharing needles at the altar
Father, fucking little kids, makes you holier than thou
F*ck you

One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your

Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today
Is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of God
Who the f*ck are you to tell me what I can't do or say?
No thanks, f*ck you
It's my life, my body and my love to give
Dear Ignorance, I'll see you in hell

Crossed out, wrists bound (There is no cure for divine infection)
Everybody get down (There is no cure for divine infection)
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost Town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
F*ck you

Chris Cerulli, Tim Skold

The duration of The Divine Infection is 3:38 minutes and seconds.