Luyện nghe bài hát Crossbearer

Tear it the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears.
I'm not getting an answer. How can you be so real?
Now I turn my upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment.
Never am I by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess.
Holy wars, killing in the of god,
the right to be minimalized under the rule of the greatness.
I cannot bow my head or kneel my to a fake symbol.
And yet I dream and walk this earth in thought for myself,
proving my existence without form of worship.
So now let me spit upon the cross of worship,
or kill me in the of God.
I understand its hate,
the skin beneath a mask of actions
a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind.