Cursing at the serpent Sumerian demons Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathing

Tell em' the truth and they call you a traitor Talk to em' honestly and they call you a hater Losin' my composure cause the message is urgent Talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant Cursin' at the serpents, Sumerian demons Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathing A heathen with nothin' left to believe in even a reason from livin' that was forgiven by God and not religion Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus in the Baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis The borders should be illegal instead of the people that were here before the bible and all of its sequels I speak to the detached and unrealistic that were born normal but turned socially autistic We resisted Homeland Security's mission because I know what they really envision... -Immortal Technique