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, a 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've 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      [1st Solo G. Holt]      [2nd Solo R. Hunolt]      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've 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 (x2)