Nail me to a cross,
pronounce me dead,
spear me-
spear me again.
You call yourself a friend.
Kiss me on the cheek,
seek it deciple.
What is it you found-
living in ground.
Enslave me-
enslave the one you love.
Look in my face,
forget my name.
For when you die-
what will you claim.
Shamefull souls show all the shame,
and yet you drive the nails.
Evil provails.
You turn your back,
instead of fact,
you pun-
inspite the definition,
that I'm your son.
The reeper cloaks his hellish face,
I state my case, and sign the book.
The devil took,from the highest air.
I guess God just didn't care.
Spear me-
spear me again.