In Total Defiance of the Cross

Sacrilegious nature of existence Leading the weak to servitude through lies Preying on the smallest bit of conscience To justify the need for your wealth Go spread your cancer somewhere else The beauty of free will is that I think for myself There’s never been a leg to stand on So you use a cross To make it seem so noble I stand in direct opposition To demand Christianity stand down And since that for them is never an option I can never and will never back down So you think you can be forgiven For your grievous sins Have no fear, they’re not forgotten We’re sick and tired of the pious oppression Go spread your disease somewhere else If I wish to know, then I’ll find out for myself No one hasn’t heard your tired dogma I’m fucking sick of magic words