VERSE 1 — cold, accusatory]
You carved your heaven out of fear and bone,
Built a kingdom where the cruel sit on the throne.
You washed your hands in the blood you spilled,
Called it holy when the innocent were killed.
A gospel twisted just to crown your pride,
A whitewashed savior that stands on genocide.
You preach compassion with a venom tongue,
Sanctify hatred in the name of the Son.
[PRE-CHORUS — rising tension]
If this is your redemption,
Why does it feel like war?
If this is revelation,
Why can’t you see the score?
[CHORUS — explosive, defiant]
I’m not your white Jesus,
Not the idol you designed.
I won’t bless your violence,
I won’t sanctify your crimes.
You want a god that looks like you,
Cold-hearted, faithless.
But I’m the truth you’re running from—
I’m not your white Jesus.
[VERSE 2 — sharper, more venom]
You dress your wrath up as a holy crown,
Turn every pulpit to a battleground.
You sell salvation like a souvenir,
A plastic promise for the ones you fear.
You forged a prophet out of greed and spite,
A savior sculpted from your need to be right.
But your scripture cracks with every lie you speak,
And your blessed empire’s built on the backs of the weak.
[PRE-CHORUS — harsher, closer to breaking]
If this is your salvation,
Why does it taste like blood?
If grace is your excuse,
Then what becomes of love?
[CHORUS — heavier, screamed layers]
I’m not your white Jesus,
Not your weapon dressed as love.
I won’t bleed for your delusion,
Or bow to fear disguised as trust.
You want a god that hates like you,
Cold-hearted, faithless.
But I’m the fire you can’t contain—
I’m not your white Jesus.
[BRIDGE — quiet whisper → volcanic eruption]
(whisper)
You crowned yourselves the chosen,
But your kingdom’s made of sand.
(whisper, rising)
You praise the walls you’re building,
Then dare me to understand…
(ROAR)
But I won’t die for tyrants,
I won’t rise on your demand.
Your idol is a mirror
With a cross nailed through its hand.
[BREAKDOWN — crushing, furious]
Your savior’s just a mask you wear!
Your faith is just a brand!
You want a god who kills for you,
But I—BUT I—WILL NEVER TAKE THAT COMMAND!
(chugs + screams)
Tear down the altar!
Burn down the throne!
Your holy white empire—
I’ll expose it to the bone!
[FINAL CHORUS — triumphant, raging]
I’m not your white Jesus,
Not your martyr on a chain.
I won’t justify your hatred,
I won’t carry all your blame.
You want a god that looks like you,
Hollow, faithless.
But I’m the truth you crucified—
I’m not your white Jesus.
[OUTRO — quiet, haunting]
You made a god in your own image.
Now watch it fall—
Stone by stone.
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