As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind

That Jesus died for me... How foolish can they be



As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind

Jesus didn't die for me...

Jesus died



How foolish can they be to worship such a king

Who was crowned and hung between two thieves



In hopes of his return, we congregate in prayer

A faith so strong it obscured us from the truth



Your cross was my enslaver

Nails that held me close

Your precious blood was shed

And I don't accept your pain



Monarch of deceit on a cross of hope and fear

Not a symbol of your sanctity But a reminder of your defeat



As you were nailed and killed

So were we nailed to gold

We live upon your cross and bear this guilt for you