Blindfolded, I see your pain
Thorns in my mouth, I speak the truth you hid away
Nail me to the cross and tell me I am insane
Mock my name and tell me who's to blame
Your hand reaches for tool, blank face, my flesh you crave
Executioner so proud, you trample on my broken crown
Before i fade away, I mutter a prayer
Witouth me there is no way
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