SIXES - A Cross To Burn Lyrics

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

[Thanks to mrstephencummings for adding these lyrics]