Unholy judge on high, above,
Your unholy finger you point at everyone,
And you sit alone on your moral throne,
None do you serve, so you've become your own.
You must have died,
You must have died,
You must have died,
Yeah to have...
To have your foolish pride now.
A black cross within imagination, while you rid the world of your every sin,
So have you become our redemption?
A self-righteous master of undivine election.
Yeah.
You must have died,
You must have died,
Yeah to have...
To have your foolish pride.
No, no.
You must have died,
You must have died,
You must...
You must have died,
You must have died,
You must have died, yeah yeah, on a cross to have your foolish pride now, now.
