| Tear it from its cross
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| Shake it to pieces
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| Scream demon wind into its ears
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| I’m not getting an answer
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| How can you be so fucking real?
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| Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment
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| Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness
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| Crossbearer, crossbearer
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| Holy wars, dying in the name of God, the right to be minimized
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| Under the rule of the unseen greatness
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| And a book of superstitions to live by
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| I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol
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| And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself
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| Proving my existence without this form of worship
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| So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the
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| Name of God
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| The name of God
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| So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the
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| Name of God
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| (The name of God)
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| In the name of God
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| The name of fucking God
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| In the name of fucking God
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| I only understand its hate
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| The skin underneath a mask of statements, shallow actions
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| Holy wars, dying in the name of God, the right to be minimized
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| Under the rule of the unseen greatness
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| A book of superstitions to live by, all living blind
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| Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment
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| Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness
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| Crossbearer, crossbearer
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| I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol
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| And yet I dream |