There was a man from Nazareth whose memory they pervert.
They carved an idol from his bones to sell on mugs and shirts.
If he were to spring to life and see you bear his name,
he'd climb back up on that cross and hang his head in shame.
So climb back up on that cross and hang your head in shame,
one day he may come down in order to clear your name.
This is forever.
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'Comodification' - or tha art of everything-is-for-sale.
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