There was a kid who came home red from panic and fear
Some kids at the school had beaten him way past tears
His mom cried "Jesus Christ"
As she cleaned the blood pouring out of his ears
But it was obvious that, quiet as a rat, God was nowhere near

There was a girl at the bar
She overdosed in a photo booth
Nobody found her body until last call
The pictures all showed her terrified and a loner
While everyone cried what a good friend she was

And everyone treats commandments like more of a bucket list
So I've been been asking why I was born against?

Time doesn't respect what doesn't respect it
And kind isn't a word I would use for man
If everyone's made in "His" image and "He" couldn't perfect it
Then what the hell makes anyone think we can?

He had the faith of a dog, with the debt of a sinner
And a chain tied from his neck to around a tree
He taped a hospital bill to the dashboard
Kissed the ring on his finger
And drove himself to eternity

And I've been trying to hide I was born against
And I wonder if I'll die
Born against