Album: Lament
Crack the flesh with the whip
Tear back the skin til all the blood drips
Look at this "king", look at this "king"
As his back turns with many Scarlett hews
Muscle now mangled, face torn to shreds
This self proclaimed "savior"
With the thorns in his head
With the thorns (with the thorns)
With the thorns (with the thorns)
With the thorns in his head
Carry your cross
Carry your "victory"
March in weakness, now march ahead
How is it to know you're betrayed?
Feel abandoned, feel dismay
As you reach the place of the skull
Your resting place
I drive nails into waiting palms
And your screams sing humanities songs
As you hang there from that cursed tree
Dying (Dying)
At the end you said
It is finished (it is finished)
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