Crossbearer Paroles

I'm not getting an answer
How can you be
So fucking real?

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer
The lesser me of a figment
Never am I guided by it's wisdom
Gentleness or kindness

Holy wars
Killing in the name of god
The right to be minimalized uner the rule of
The unseen greatness

I cannot bow my head or kneel
My figure to a fake symbol
Proving my existance
Without this form of worship

So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship Of shallow actions with a book
Of superstitions to live by
All living blind