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, 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 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 anyone 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 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 'Cause 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 © PROPHECIES PUBLISHING MARKUS STAIGE; HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com