Tilting Against Windmills - Protest The Hero

Oh what a brave soul.

He’s proud to be straight

But like a host that feeds, bigotry inebriates

And no one is ever been compromised

For being a white, straight male with two blue eyes

And thus, a declaration of unwavering pride

Walks hand in hand with Jesus, matching every stride

Pew by pew and row on row, they’re taught to revere him

But when they’re taught the wrath of God, they only learn to fear him

And fear themselves, and fear they should

And fear themselves, and fear they will (God is dead)

Fear the vengeance of a changing tide

Fear the gap in your conscience that’s ten miles wide

Until you’ve suffered persecution and defied

Misguided accusations, you’ve no right to your pride

Those that are truly afraid are ashamed of their own urges

Where sex gets buried under rope and cloth, rhetoric emerges

Reconcile the truth.

Recognize the true deviants and sing

«Father forgive me for I have sinned.»

He might not forgive you, but I will

Repent of your ways and we will forgive you

There are no exceptions, no red flagged rejections, just open doors

For anyone at all, unversed and underwhelmed

For anyone at all, disarmed and disavowed

All hail the knight of the verbal incontinence

Tilting against windmills into the night

Inanimate objects, they do not pose a real threat

Your objection will surely be noted as a historic account of an ignorant prick

Inanimate objects, they do not pose a real threat

If it’s a sin against God or you, then fuck him, and fuck you too…