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God Of The CrossWhere in the backwash of the human experienceLies the martyrdom complex? Defective gene sequence No one wins a war by dying, only by making others die History is written by the victor, and those defeated whisper lies And from the dead only silence, the occasional idle threat From the Dead Sea waves of violence, cries of blood-guilt beget Age old controversies stir forth, revolutions fall and rise But one truth lives on eternal, I owe no one for my life To the God of blind faith, I have no faith to lay claim To the God of fear and death, I’ll take my conviction to the grave To the God of guilty conscience, mine is clear of all blame And to the God of this Cross, I am the final blade Where in the backlog of all our mythology Comes forth this monstrosity of plagiarism, idolatry Founded on the human weakness of pity and empathy For a thing that never happened but in minds deceived History is written by the living, on behalf of those who died And to the victor go the spoils, bearing the fruit of the lies Deception a constant of life, all religions fall and rise But one truth is eternal, the dead don’t come back to life To the God of lies and greed, I’ve no soul to enslave To the God of fear and death, I’m overturning your grave To the God of unanswered prayers, never once have I prayed And to the God of this Cross, I am the final blade To the God of blind faith, I have no faith to lay claim To the God of fear and death, I’ll take my conviction to the grave To the God of guilty conscience, mine is clear of all blame And to the God of this Cross, I am the final blade To the God of lies and greed, I’ve no soul to enslave To the God of fear and death, I’m overturning your grave To the God of unanswered prayers, never once have I prayed And to the God of this Cross, I am the final blade |