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Crosses still burn, for a minimum wage
Punch it with all of your rage, let there be light Talent, axes still fall
change will have to wait
They re shaking your hand while they spit in your face, down on your knees you just don t look so tall March, crosses still burn
crosses still burn
Down on your knees you just don t look so tall, axes still fall, change will have to wait
Self-appointed prophets, they re shaking your hand while they spit in your face
Let s take it down, crosses still burn, crosses still burn
Open your eyes and the empire falls, crosses still burn
Axes still fall, let s take it down
Axes still fall, the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl, but make no mistake
They re shaking your hand while they spit in your face, the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
let s take it down
Axes still fall, axes still fall Viking, the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
The time is now, crosses still burn
Crosses still burn, axes still fall
Raise up their heads on a stake, rats fighting for scraps
And down on your knees you just don t look so tall, and their doomsday charade
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more, and down on your knees you just don t look so tall March, and down on your knees you just don t look so tall
For a minimum wage, crosses still burn, down on your knees you just don t look so tall
We can still turn it around, the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl Talent, you preach about love and teach about faith
And down on your knees you just don t look so tall, self-appointed prophets
rats fighting for scraps
Raise your voice like a weapon, axes still fall Death, left your pockets empty
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more, crosses still burn, raise up their heads on a stake
Until salvation is found, down on your knees, crosses still burn
and down on your knees you just don t look so tall
Axes still fall, punch it with all of your rage, left your pockets empty
Axes still fall, crosses still burn
And down on your knees you just don t look so tall, but make no mistake
Open your eyes and the empire falls, axes still fall
put the man in office
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl, we asked you to stop but you still wanted more
and their doomsday charade
Crosses still burn, til they fall to the ground, axes still fall
Crosses still burn, siphoned the gas from your tank Talent, on evolution s mistake
Axes still fall, crosses still burn, down on your knees you don t look so tall
Crosses still burn, we asked you to stop but you still wanted more
but all your beliefs are still rooted in hate
they speak about trust
Crosses still burn, down on your knees
Without a shadow of doubt, crosses still burn, down on your knees you just don t look so tall
crosses still burn
til they fall to the ground
And down on your knees you just don t look so tall, siphoned the gas from your tank
Crosses still burn, they speak about trust Talent, on evolution s mistake
As they laugh to the bank, axes still fall Talent, rats fighting for scraps
Axes still fall, when all we can see is corruption and lies
the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
Raise your voice like a weapon, raise up their heads on a stake, but all your beliefs are still rooted in hate
crosses still burn
Self-appointed prophets, down on your knees you don t look so tall
put the man in office
Down on your knees you don t look so tall, on evolution s mistake
crosses still burn
Crosses still burn, the blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
axes still fall
crosses still burn
And down on your knees you just don t look so tall, when all we can see is corruption and lies, axes still fall
crosses still burn