YOUR GOD

The skirts you wear to short, RAPE, the fault it yours 

Touch yourself at night, your body he shall smite 

"Free will" the Bible's preach, but freedoms out of reach

For there's no where you'll be, that his eyes will not see 

There's nothing you can do, that he won't follow you 

Your body is not yours, you dare think, your fucking whores  

Till marriage we must wait, to enjoy our sexual fate 

For if we ever don't, heaven see we won't 

When we kiss to many lips, impure 

When we refer to breasts as tits, impure

When out shirts we let a slip, impure

When our minds we let adrift, impure

When our hands we want to touch, impure

In his eyes we're all sluts, impure