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