Crusafiction (Live At The Bottom Lounge, Chicago, IL / January 13, 2009)

My name is Roman, not a king or an emperor

Just a voice of a ghost, a bastard son of a whore

I transcend through this last ditch letter

Where the rich blood raped the poor

You can astound this human race

You can embrace lies built on faith

You can manipulate a simple story

But in the end

There is no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Would you open your eyes already?

Christ died for shit and was a fucking cunt

And we were brothers born to build an army

But in the end

There is no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Standing on the edge of sanity

Wishing there was more time for death

We were brothers born of a prostitute

A thief and a beggar

There is no god

I am the devil

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Fuck your god, fuck your faith in the end

There's no religion

Fuck your god, fuck my god

There's no god