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*cking 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, 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.
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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*cking 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, 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.
Shake it to pieces,
Scream demon wind into its ears.
I'm not getting an answer.
How can you be so f*cking 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, 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.
Writer: STEPHEN BRODSKY, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management