I ain't trying to blow a fuse
I'm not trying to get anyone to notice you
I've never met you in my life
But I know that I was happy when I heard that you had died
I've never met you
But I know that, yeah I know that you're going to Hell
Not trying to wish God's creation away
But if the created are making hell on earth for other created
I never met you though murder was tried
But I know that was happy when I heard that you had died
Yeah, I don't want to influence a ma**acre
But you ask for that kind of reaction if you have the nerve
To act in a certain way because of what some verses say
But you can be brainwashed by even the most absurd of claims
We weren't meant to judge someone's eternal destination
Wondering what happens after living is a test of patience
But when you allow yourself to believe that you know details
That you don't naturally humankind will tell you to go to hell
But I think it's funny, thinking about the relationship
Between Westboro and people like me, see what I'm saying is
We hate that you celebrate the thought of other burning eternally
But we get excited thinking about you all burning in eternity
So who's better than whom? Nobody, God is the final judge
But there can be no alternative action if you die to love
So if creation is harming creation with a vicious subject
I'd be allowing injustice if I didn't act in opposition of it
So then somebody who's acting in my position wasn't
Being a hypocrite when they go to war, or enlist in public
Take the sign out of their hands; push it into their ribs and stomach
And compared to going to Hell, I'm pretty sure it's nothing
I've never met you
But I know that, yeah I know that you're going to Hell
And the human race wants to witness you wither away
And praise God every time he rids us of a slithering snake
But we're at a standstill, because you look at us the way we look at you
And each other's beliefs are something we never could approve
And I don't think either side really wants to get along
It's basically mutual we all are probly better off
Probly wouldn't meet up without a weapon on
And if you invited me in, I likely wouldn't leave until I set a bomb
We find sick joy in fantasizing of other's damnation
And laugh in each other's faces bragging of salvation
Really believing we're not all outpatients
And without a loving creator we're all just waiting on annihilation
If all you've ever known is hatred and your tongue is bitter
I'ma be that voice of doubt subtly among your whispers
And the reason you're suddenly concerned for your younger sister
She's finally leaving the church and I'm coming with her
I've never met you
But I know that, yeah I know that you're going to Hell
Get out of here with outdated, traditional protocol
You're just the next in line of every bigoted know-it-all
Dissect an element of Holy Scripture, get so involved
With family who can't decide for themselves and just go along
So many dying to leave
But you tell them that they are leaving without dying, resigning beliefs
Forcing religion is a sign that you're weak
And Westboro wiped out is a sigh of relief
Old Testament, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Oh, and your theology is comprised of what you chose to include
Nothing like some good old incest and protestin'
Circle round, say “God hates f*gs” and get molested
But at least it's all in the family
And Shirley is manly, but I'm not saying at all that that's a bad thing
I'm just poking fun, it's an observation
Just conversation for the Westboro congregation
More like a mob, or more like a gang
Another protest, more of the same
But I want to say regardless of we think of you
It is a firm belief of mine that Jesus loves you
And God's love is not something that you negate
If God is dwelling within us then there is no room
So I don't want you to go to Hell or burn there
Just your actions and beliefs, eventually all evil will return there
I've never met you
But I know that, yeah I know that you're going to Hell