you got in, (Chorus) Burning crosses, that i hold up to the sky, Burning crosses, and i think I'll be burning my crosses...till i die, Theres crosses
hell) But we wont be saved we?ll live as slaves to love What god takes away, let?s refill all your holes with mud ?Purchase your tickets; I?m kicking your crosses
In every film she saw a girl never wanted more Than some cool boy to love and hold her tight She wasn?t so naive to hope for Keanu Reeves But still she
Whalebones and crosses Stand against the arctic sky Wind blows through the graveyard Where our fallen fathers lie Eternal snow that covers them The shadows
ones Black crosses in the sun Waiting for us, down on the horizons Black crosses in the sun We're wasting away, down on the horizons Black crosses
pay with my blood, is this really it? Creations of God? No way! Burn your crosses, make way for science Christ has only caused death and violence Burn your crosses
guide you Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you Returning nightmares only shadows We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now Crosses
I?ll pay with my blood, is this really it? Creations of God? No way! Burn your crosses, make way for science Christ has only caused death and violence Burn your crosses
Eyes of perfect ivory Match the sweetest lengths of your neck I'm but a stain to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposal Bouncing back from colored glass
Save the trails chase down the sand and sun and the silence contemplates with everyone ...and digital display raising to the...really wanna know the way
'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now. Crosses all over the boulevard. Crosses all over the boulevard. Crosses all over the boulevard. Crosses
to hell) But we wont be saved we?ll live as slaves to love What god takes away, let?s refill all your holes with mud ?Purchase your tickets; I?m kicking your crosses
- the devil's power The affliction spreads - blood soaked oaths A permanent Kraft - of eternal black Sathan: Let the impurity prevail! The crosses
am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief. I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses
ears and all the dead dogs of hell they cross our veins, remain afraid and the emptyness we feel it cuts the pain, torch the plains Throwing crosses