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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 lead 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

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