Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears.
I'm not getting an answer. How can you be so fucking real?
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment.
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess.
Holy wars, killing in the name of god,
the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness.
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol.
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself,
proving my existence without this form of worship.
So now let me spit upon the

Conesuala, Lady tailor, 
Weaving deep beneath the sun, 
Making things for everything that run, run, 

Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, 
Orchard eyed one take my love 

Holy Grail head, deep forest fed, 
Weaving deep beneath the moon, 
Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune.

Something Very Special COUNTRY'S A CALLIN' GOLDEN THREAD Damn She Should'a Been Mine Old Man Winter Methods of Torture A Jel 96 Quite Bitter Beings Good Time Boys I Think They Know The Sky Away 2.0 Step by Step Thank God For Believers Sleep Now In The Fire A Hundred Years from Today The Best Man I Can Be Love Won't Get Any Better Temptation The Road To Utopia Wild Yellow Bloom Stricken by Fate Becoming Alfie Jim Jones

Mackie El Navaja (Mack The Knife) Spanish Vercion The Creator Ring My Bell Everything in the World With The Wave Of Your Hand Root Of Star Just the Two of Us Popcorn Love Dreamboat Annie Purple Window It's Gotta be Love No One Together Amor Prohibido (English Translation) Getting Over You Again Runaway Paradies What Have You Done Wish I Could Fly This Disease Brighton Rock Stand by My Side Yeniden De Sevebiliriz D'yer mak'er Western Homes