Crossbearer (Explicit)

Tear it from the cross shake it to pieces scream demon wind into its ears

I'm not getting an answer

How can you be so f**king real

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer the lesser to me of a figment

Never am I guided by its wisdom gentleness or kindess

Holy wars killing 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 kill 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