Hold the cross up high, into the sky!
Far above your head, in sacred decadence
In pride and honour, you wear the crucifix
As a shield towards the bitter consequence...
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
See the spiteful and widening cracks
In the bricks of all, their picture perfect walls
The hollow grins of their hypocrisy
They rock the basis until it starts to fall...
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Step inside with your commandments,
Bring your holy book.
Show me your divinity.
To me you're just a sheep, with zippers in the back...
Your costume does not fool me!
[Guitar Solo]
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury
Your sense of self-esteem
Has miles to go to sanctity
Your sins are not redeemed
By swearing perjury...