The preachers cry and politicians implore

They curse what happens

Behind closed doors

They say you're destined

To burn in hell

For the love you chose

It's all too well

Blasphemous heathens march down these broken streets

Because you tried to tell us who should be inside our sheets

What bathrooms to use and what our roles in this life should be

We won't submit to your filthy love regime

They make these rules based on their lives

They want you to hide all your strife

Dress in their clothes, play with their toys

Don't deviate or you'll be destroyed

Your way of life will always be too much

For those who are scared of belief

In one's true self, in our real hearts

In love against its counterparts

If you want to be free

You will burn for eternity

You will hurt for your right to be seen

They will curse your everything

If you want to be free

You will burn for eternity

You will hurt for your right to be seen

They will curse your everything

Blasphemous heathens march down these broken streets

Because you tried to tell us who should be inside our sheets

What bathrooms to use and what our roles in this life should be

We won't submit to your filthy love regime

You will burn with me no matter who you sleep with

So why do you want to deem

Who are heathens and whos free

From hellfire eternity

Won't you just burn with me