Lyrics Non Believer - JT Music

Your faith is misplaced
If it is not in yourself

I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in God
If you think that that makes me evil
Well, I'm telling you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons
I really don't ask a lot
If I ain't got home in heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot

You'll never see me in the pews
I ain't ever been to church
All I know is pew pew pew, '
'Cause you know that I been putting in the work
And I mean exorcising
Despite my size, I can raise a little bit of hell

Call this over the top
But you know I don't stop
When I'm raging, I'm rainin' shells
I am the Mini-Slayer
But this ain't a mini-fight
Must've been the Argent energy

That brought these bones to life
Don't you touch my Bunny
'Cause that ain't funny
In my blood does hatred seethe
But I always say, I can fight while
I play long as I got faith in me, c'mon!

I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in God
Don't look at me like I'm evil
'Cause I promise that I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons
Now I'm gonna shoot my shot
When there ain't no room in heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot

So, what if I'm a little crazy
Now you're watchin' me go mad
Wouldn't call it ableist language
'Cause I'm literally seein' red
They said I should go to anger management
I wonder what the fuck is that?
'Cause it ain't my temper
The blade I've tempered will
Separate you from your head

Ladies say that I'm the cutest
Not that I give a good goddamn
Batteries are not included
Running on the hate in my veins, I am
I can't get a grip of my emotions
That's never really gone so well
You know I don't care that the fight is fair
When my tagline's Fight Like Hell (yeah)

I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
If you think that that makes me evil
Well, I'm telling you it does not
I've been doing right by my demons
Whoever said I'm cute - I'm not
If I ain't got home in heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot

The power of imagination is something I can not ignore
Everybody needs a break from hell
Perhaps this is a metaphor
I work hard, and I play hard
But I wonder what could be the meta' for?
You know when boys play with their toys
They're getting prepared for war

Demons come from everywhere, any shape and size
Vacant are their empty stares unlike my fiery eyes
They took everything from me
They're messing with my mind
But when they get inside my head
They won't like what they find

I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in God
So what if you think I'm evil
Doesn't matter 'cause I'm not
I've been doing right by my demons
Through every fight I've fought
If I ain't got home in heaven
Then I'm headin' where it's hot