Lirieke: Exodus. Tempo Of The Damned. Shroud of Urine.

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