Judge And You WIll Be Judged

Shredding all evidence
Of past lives and defeat,
Missionaries coming in from underneath,
Trying to seal the soul somewhere beyond,
Always on the run,
Seeking answers for they won't tell,
Waking up near a corpse who refused,
The blood on these streets,
The scars on their bodies,
Crosses and oil,
Who are they to judge anyone?

The dark gray skies,
Blood on the knife,
Through the halls and into homes,
Leaving satisfied
When no one questions,
When no one defies what they believe,
Some burning forever,
But who are they and what the fuck do they know?
Streamlined,
Take what you've got
You know where to put it,
This is a time to live free and question everything,
One of a kind,
Who are they to judge anyone?

When days fall hard upon thee,
Captured and betrayed,
Down on your knees,
Welcomed home without any trust,
Deep and under,
Whatever leads and whoever sees
This storm on the rise,
No more trace of mankind,
What one does or says,
Everyone believes they hold the truth,
Days are numbered,
But who are they to judge?