A Cross to Burn Songtext
von Sixes

Vapid plastic whore chokes the mind
Mistaken virtue as a vice
This suffering is deliberate
It′s how she knows she's alive
Upon her neck she wears a cross
A cross to burn
A man atones for his sin he builds an altar
A locus formed where poison swarmed
Since the provenance it′s the catalyst Erect the narcissists plight
Upon that structure is a cross
A cross to burn
This withering light
The glorious night
The altar of bone
Upon you all I see a cross
A cross to burn