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The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to the ground
A symbolic action of defiance
Brought palace of lies down

Refusal to acknowledge the authority
Of faith of liars
Has cleansed this world somewhat
By purifying lovely fire

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Holy writtings, hokus pokus
Magic incense, blood and tears
Impeccable the ways of Heaven
To inflict terror and fear

All are born of woman
And the female is of sin
So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin
When our life begins

And for the rest of our days
To reach his kingdom full of bliss
We seek forgiveness
For something we didn't do
To someone who does not and never has
And never will exist

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Cross of lies, no one up high
Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests
Pathetic faith, your wine and bread
All will be well once we're all dead

He might have died for
Somebody's sins but sure not mine
If all you want is to him follow
And die too then I say fine

But don't you baptise one more
Generation in some fuckin' shame
Supported by that damned religion
Of yours I now watch in flames

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

I will always defy your damn faith
As I've lived I'll die free
You'll never have me crosstitute myself
Or on my fuckin' knees
The crucifix in flames   The house of God burned down to the ground   A symbolic action of defiance   Brought palace of lies down      Refusal to acknowledge the authority   Of faith of liars   Has cleansed this world somewhat   By purifying lovely fire      Crosstitution   Crosstitution   Crosstitution      Holy writtings, hokus pokus   Magic incense, blood and tears   Impeccable the ways of Heaven   To inflict terror and fear      All are born of woman   And the female is of sin   So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin   When our life begins      And for the rest of our days   To reach his kingdom full of bliss   We seek forgiveness   For something we didn't do   To someone who does not and never has   And never will exist      Crosstitution   Crosstitution   Crosstitution      Cross of lies, no one up high   Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests   Pathetic faith, your wine and bread   All will be well once we're all dead      He might have died for   Somebody's sins but sure not mine   If all you want is to him follow   And die too then I say fine      But don't you baptise one more   Generation in some fuckin' shame   Supported by that damned religion   Of yours I now watch in flames      Crosstitution   Crosstitution   Crosstitution      I will always defy your damn faith   As I've lived I'll die free   You'll never have me crosstitute myself   Or on my fuckin' knees
 
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