The Drunkard (Atheist Pt. 1)

The dark side got me on a lighter sigh
Revelry in inebriation
Brewing my malt at the tip of my rolling tongue
But they think we’re from Dis
so they’re clasping hands and
closing eyes and whimpering in beads
to wish us away
and brewing their worded poison
and cooking their tasteless bread
to wish us away

But aren’t their knees getting weak now
from crouching
while we drink to your derision
and dance to’ yer rains of tears
down your own cheerless foxholes
We have yer sins for food,
now get down the cross
we need some fire
We’re celebrating
We’ll laugh y’all away
We’ve been drinking to y’all sin-operated bodies
but they think we’re from Dis