| Song | Crossbearer |
| Artist | Cave In |
| Album | Beyond Hypothermia |
| 作曲 : McGrath | |
| Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears. | |
| I'm not getting an answer. | |
| How can you be so fucking real? | |
| Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment. | |
| Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess. | |
| Holy wars, killing in the name of god, the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness. | |
| I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol. | |
| And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself, proving my existence without this form of worship. | |
| So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the name of | |
| God. I only understand its hate, the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind. |
| zuò qǔ : McGrath | |
| Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears. | |
| I' m not getting an answer. | |
| How can you be so fucking real? | |
| Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment. | |
| Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess. | |
| Holy wars, killing in the name of god, the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness. | |
| I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol. | |
| And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself, proving my existence without this form of worship. | |
| So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the name of | |
| God. I only understand its hate, the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind. |