Is it any wonder The spell you took me under I have been a slave to your touch But you stretched the borders too much Can't you see that I'm thru with
Tied and nailed piece of flesh Tormented new object Incision, merciless Scientific bloodshed Christ pose looks grotesque Martyrized, innocent Novelty
Life is like a slot machine Nothing's guaranteed You might give your soul away To cut yourself a deal I really hate uncertainty Will I win or lose Ain
Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him bind him nail him crucify Raised boy the virgin is pure and good father to the race Sinful in sodom with
deine macht deine qual deine pein wenn ich vor die stehe dein kalkil meine last meine schuld meine angst da? ich mich vergehe, kein gefihl du hast die
Unaware and all alone His faith is God and he has none Beaten down, torn apart, bleeding hands Was I the first to be crucified? King of fools or king
When others left before I could bear to turn away Now that it's come to this is there nothing left to say? I've never known before such exquisite suffering
I'm crucified Crucified like my Saviour Saintlike behavior A lifetime I prayed I'm crucified For the holy dimension Godlike ascension Heavens away I
Seal your eyes and use them inside See if you know who I am Feed your lies and breed them a while Meet them again when you're near, yeah Under skin,
You have changed, or were you always the same? I give you up, it's time to stop Nothing moves at all, it's like a sudden death All these forgotten years
Behold, all the eyes shall see them All wound that pierce them Take pleasure in his sins Take pleasure in her suffering When you lie with the beast You
They ask why do we dress this way Live for now, don't understand today See the kids but don't hear what they say Close your eyes and look the other way
Mortal crosses standing in the row Seem to reach up to the burning sky Damned souls grouping on the dark Going round the stretched arms Bodies, faces
I can remember the struggles I knew. The person I could always count on was you. I took it for granted, I guess you did too You thought I was your friend
you, you don't know what it's like to be free you, a slave to sin just let him in and then you'll see you can be brand new you know it's true his love
Mr. preacher on the t.v. screen tells me that he knows just what I need he's "been there before...and back again" but with that fancy suit I find it hard
the wicked shall return to sheol even those who forgot of God the needy not always forgotten perish not the hope of the afflicted arise oh God do not
you're walking down the street just yesterday a kid tells you about God you say, "no way" he tells you hell, you kick him in the gut well are you pretty