Not Your White Jesus

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.

If this is your redemption,

Why does it feel like war?

If this is revelation,

Why can’t you see the score?

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.

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.

If this is your salvation,

Why does it taste like blood?

If grace is your excuse,

Then what becomes of love?

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.

(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.

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!

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.

You made a god in your own image.

Now watch it fall—

Stone by stone.