Testo Tolerance

It is time to break down the pedestal of self-denial
You've placed yourselves
Step down from your high ideals
To confront the scum and common within
Keep god close while keeping your distance
Room for forsaken promises
To commit the very sins you preach of
To the rich, the dumb, the enslaved ill-fated (You're) Not fit to judge
A hating breed has grown out of fear
Accommodating anger and rage
We won't bend in front of belief
Nor mortify our will to live
We'll burn down your fortresses
Where so openly are welcomed
The weak, the blind, the deprived
We'll carry the torches forward
Until the insanity's pushed aside