"The Cross Is Not A Home To Those Who Never Built One"
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Your screams bring them to their knees,
Just dance, dance in the red redundancy.
We dream in motion pictures,
And our motions paint our emotions.
Here's to the trial and best of luck to you,
Here's to the trial,
Here's to the trial.

Greed is the weight that drops you from your cloud,
Oh, if only they could look at us now.
Drunk goes public at the stock exchange,
Give him some change, change for change.
Far be it from me to pass any judgments,
Far be it from me,
Far be it from me.

Understand what's at stake, it's the societal gamble,
Your life is a game, it's a shame it's so plain.
Leave the gloves behind after the job is done,
Don't speak of the entrails, they'll cover your trails.
The tell tale heart will beat with our clock,
The tell tale heart,
The tell tale heart.

We fear what we don't believe in, this is what we're believing,
Stand still before the faces of the evil men.
Advocate to all that represents the urge,
Sinister, enveloping, binge and purge.
The cross is not a home to those who never built one.
The cross is not a home,
The cross is not a home.

The cross is not a home to those who never built one.
The cross is not a home,
The cross is not our home.