Under the Cross

Take your faith and take it away
Try to wear something that no longer
Fits nailing my hands in cold blood
Cut my wings so I don't have to go anywhere
Wasted, Suffer, Lost
Wasting, Suffer, Leaving

Gun-shaped crosses take all my life from me
Your false moralism serves no purpose
Clings to chains without breathing
Your God does not wait for you
Wasted, Suffer, Lost
Wasting, Suffer, Leaving