DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? Cold wind gnawing through my skin, Ash and bone beneath my feet. Every prayer I ever buried Still refuses to admit defeat. They preach rot from ivory towers, Blind men screaming at the sky. I’ve walked through rivers made of fire, Watched their holy falsehoods die. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? I’ve dragged every chain they tried to bring. Judge me by the scars, not by their lies, I’ve outlived a thousand sanctified goodbyes. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? Still standing while their dead bells ring. If heaven wants to speak my name, let it crawl down here— I’ve buried fear where no god dares appear. Every saint is just a butcher in disguise, Every sinner learns the truth too late. Faith builds kingdoms out of carcass and dust, Then watches them rot beneath its weight. I’m not kneeling for redemption, I’m not begging for a sign. If there’s judgment in the silence, It can rot and wait in line. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? I’ve dragged every chain they tried to bring. Judge me by the scars, not by their lies, I’ve outlived a thousand sanctified goodbyes. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? Still standing while their dead bells ring. If heaven wants to speak my name, let it crawl down here— I’ve buried fear where no god dares appear. If I’m damned, then let tomorrow Carve its verdict into stone. Till then I walk through broken scripture, Laughing at a throne of bones. No mercy. No salvation. No halo forged in stolen light. I meet eternity with teeth bared wide— And spit in the face of endless night. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? No fear left for anything it brings. The road is mine, the blood is mine, I carve my name into the end of time. DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT GOD THINKS? The echo dies, but I still sing. If heaven closes or hell opens wide, I’ll walk through both without a god to hide.
