I've lost too many times to see. This crooked cross will never save meFuck belief, This is reason, We won't know what is next until it's goneI'm glad I'm on my own, I'm glad I'm on my ownI'm happy knowing I've got nothing to proveI'm glad I'm on my own, I'm glad I'm on my ownAlive and knowing I've got nothing to loseI've lost too many times to see, this crooked cross will never save meFuck belief, this is reasonI look to open skies and see, the net of safety tied down on meNo more than common myth to help you through the life you liveI'll put my hands up high, I'm never going to need the burdenI'll but my hands up high, I'm never going to need to worshipLet's put an end to this, I'm never going to need the burdenLet's put an end to this, I'm never going to need to worshipOur guided, our given, The force-feeding, false freedom. (x2)Our guided, our given, Fed to the sun for all you're worth without reasonThe force-feeding, false freedom. Let's find the meaning of peaceLet's find a reason to live.