Fight me Just fu*king fight me I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free Scream for me, you're just a concept baby Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me You big fu*king gun Son of gun When you speak of sex it was easier to tell everything you wanted to hear You big cigar Kill me I'm not insane This is for the coming Like the sun it weeps We long for more It's a full moon and I'm off the shit Now I can't remember what I've said It was easier to find comfort in leaving your sorry ass Than tell you how I felt Just how I really felt... When I am god You are nothing Fire will burn away the sin You big fu*king gun For all your glory This is for the coming Like the sun it weeps We long for more Now is the time for you to Pick up your clothes and go to That fu*king place where you belong Take what you need to get there Just take it all, I don't care As long as I'm sure you'll Go away