Cultic Regimes Lyrics - Singles - Barren Cross

Cultic regimes, money to scheme 

False religions, beware 

Caught in the grip, caught in the spit 

It's all going to burn, it's a snare 

Worship the God of your choice 

Is He asleep where is His voice 

My God raised up from the dead 

Is yours in bed? 

No more 

No more 

No more 

No more 

Power to take, power to steal 

Your mind is what they want 

Don't let them suck you into their muck 

They'll hound you and pound you all 

Worship the God of your choice 

Is He asleep where is His voice 

My God raised up from the dead 

Is yours in bed? 

No more 

No more 

No more 

No more 

Listen to this, the bible it says 

One God is the maker of all 

If you don't believe that Jesus is God 

My God made yours, that's all 

Brainwash the goose, brainwash the gander 

Brainwash what moves and gives 

If I could brainwash the cults with the truth 

Millions of lives would live, live, live 

Cultic regimes, cultic regimes 

Cultic regimes, no more, yeah, no more