Tear it from its cross,
Shake it to pieces,
Scream demon wind into its ears.
I'm not getting an answer.
How can you be so f**ing real?
Now I turn my back upon this
Crossbearer, the lesser me of a figment.
Never am I guided by its wisdom,
Gentleness or kindness.
Crossbearer, Crossbearer
Holy wars, k**ing in the name of God,
The right to be minimalized
Under the rule of the unseen greatness.
I cannot bow my head or kneel
My figure to a fake symbol.
And yet I dream and walk this earth
In free thought for myself,
Proving my existence without this form of worship.
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship,
Or k** me in the name of God.
I only understand its hate,
The skin beneath a mask of shallow actions
With a book of superstitions to live by,
All living blind.