Bury The Cross...With Your Christ

Bad luck and superstition, all part of God religion You can't come in unless you're saved It's in his name we suffer, one death after another And die to live another day Buried in contradiction, decaying crucifixions The cross of Christ is in its grave There was no premise in Jesus's death No use in wondering why Suffering souls left to bleed in distress Distance themselves from his lie Trampled and torn in this living abyss, losing its grip over time Turning away from the meaning of it Bury the cross with your Christ Deny the unforgiven, reverse what God has written The light of Christ has lost its way A sign of revelation, diminished congregation No one believes a word you say Heaven unknown in a world of mistrust Arrogance living a lie Out of control in the midst of disgust Standing alone in the light Never reborn to the vile of sin Reverence echoes and die Lost and forgotten and failed to exist Bury the cross with your Christ The sword of indecision, entombed in symbolism A memory of something said Descend unto damnation, emphatic contemplation Eternally and left for dead Withering penance and no reason why Bleeding from both of its eyes Pleading for mercy and begging for death Screaming at God for a sign Fatal discretion, just simply unseen Crawl through the darkness and die Done with religion and calling it quits Bury the cross with your Christ