Hold the cross up high into the skynfar above your headnin sacred decadence.nIn pride and honournyou wear the crucifixnas a shield towardsnthe bitter consequence.nnYour sins are not redeemednby swearing perjury.nYour sense of self-esteemnhas miles to go to sanctity.nnSee the spiteful and widening cracksnin the bricks of all theirnpicture perfect walls.nThe hollow grins of their hypocrisynthey rock the basis until,nuntil it starts to fall.nnStep inside with your commandments,nbring your holy book.nShow me your divinity.nTo me you're just a sheepnwith zippers in the back.nYour costume does not fool me