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Lyrics & Music (G. Holt)
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 blood belief
One that has no reason or rhyme
You're cruci-fked
And you're out of luck
If you put your faith in the flock
Your only sin
Is when you pi*s in the wind
They've never had any key to the lock
Chorus:
I believe in nothing
Least of all in the word of s**t
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
Repeat Chorus
1st Solo G. Holt
2nd Solo R. Hunolt
Forgive and forget
such an empty threat
Religion at the end of the blade
The insanity
Of Christianity
Is just a fking masquerade
You're cruci-fked
And you're out of luck
If you put your faith in the flock
Your only sin
Is when you pi*s in the wind
They've never had any key to the lock
Repeat Chorus