Cave-In Crossbearer Letras:
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 fucking 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
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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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