Target on My Back Lyrics

As one who isn't a clique Christian
Of a religion of sharp dressing
As one who praises regularly
I am indeed among the persecuted

Being deemed a radical
Could be just a compliment
If my biblical views are extreme
Then I'll gladly stand right by them

Priorities skewed
Common sense dead
Millions deceived
And screwed in the head

Is this what
We stand for
Self servitude
Satan's whores
Rejecting the struggle
Day and night
No false fantasies
As I fight

Life I seek spiritually
To hell with death with every breath
I'll simply flee so join me
I will not die I'll only rise

Will you accept certain death?
Or will you rise and join me?

The moment I chose to follow him
I painted a target on my back
He gave me such a wondrous gift
Despite everything that I lack