Hold the cross up high into the sky
Far above your head
In sacred decadence
In pride and honour
You wear the crucifix
As a shield towards
The bitter consequence
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem
Has miles to go to sanctity
See the spiteful and widening cracks
In the bricks of all their
Picture perfect walls
The hollow grins of their hypocrisy
They rock the basis until
Until it starts to fall
Step inside with your commandments
Bring your holy book
Show me your divinity
To me you're just a sheep
With zippers in the back
Your costume does not fool me