Lyric Don t Look

Reject the stuff you re taught
Bored more than not
So what? They ve got a crutch
It s nothing you could ever touch

Don t look
Don t look onto your lawn
There s a billboard built for God

You won t be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds
So you ll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines
If all you want is just your own set of rules
Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools