Shroud of Urine

Christ on a cross

Such a symbol of loss

Since what seems like the dawn of time

It's just an engine of grief

Yeah, a bloody belief

One that has no reason or rhyme

You're cruci-fucked

And you're out of luck

If you put your faith in the flock

Your only sin

Is when you piss in the wind

They've never had any key to the lock

I believe in nothing

Least of all in the word of shit

So hide in your shroud of urine

Because I can't take the smell of it

God isn't great

Just an icon of hate

Intolerance and despise

Believe in me

And I will set you free

I never heard a bigger pack of lies

It's ludicrous

That anyone of us

Would want to be lead by the blind

It's all in vain

It'll be your bane

If you're looking for the divine

I believe in nothing

Least of all in the word of shit

So hide in your shroud of urine

Because I can't take the smell of it

Forgive and forget

such an empty threat

Religion at the end of the blade

The insanity

Of Christianity

Is just a fucking masquerade

You're cruci-fucked

And you're out of luck

If you put your faith in the flock

Your only sin

Is when you piss in the wind

They've never had any key to the lock

I believe in nothing

Least of all in the word of shit

So hide in your shroud of urine

Because I can't take the smell of it