| Christ on a cross
|
| Such a symbol of loss
|
| Since what seems like the dawn of time
|
| It’s just an engine of grief
|
| Yeah, a bloody belief
|
| One that has no reason or rhyme
|
| You’re cruci-fucked
|
| And you’re out of luck
|
| If you put your faith in the flock
|
| Your only sin
|
| Is when you piss in the wind
|
| They’ve never had any key to the lock
|
| I believe in nothing
|
| Least of all in the word of shit
|
| So hide in your shroud of urine
|
| Because I can’t take the smell of it
|
| God isn’t great
|
| Just an icon of hate
|
| Intolerance and despise
|
| Believe in me
|
| And I will set you free
|
| I never heard a bigger pack of lies
|
| It’s ludicrous
|
| That any one of us
|
| Would want to be led by the blind
|
| It’s all in vain
|
| It’ll be your bane
|
| If you’re looking for the divine
|
| I believe in nothing
|
| Least of all in the word of shit
|
| So hide in your shroud of urine
|
| Because I can’t take the smell of it
|
| Forgive and forget
|
| Such an empty threat
|
| Religion at the end of the blade
|
| The insanity
|
| Of Christianity
|
| Is just a fucking masquerade
|
| You’re cruci-fucked
|
| And you’re out of luck
|
| If you put your faith in the flock
|
| Your only sin
|
| Is when you piss in the wind
|
| They’ve never had any key to the lock
|
| I believe in nothing
|
| Least of all in the word of shit
|
| So hide in your shroud of urine
|
| Because I can’t take the smell of it |