The stripes on Your back, the
blood on Your face, the holes in
Your hands, the love in Your
eyes;
this was for me - the
undeserving. And with a new found
fire I will shine.
My God, My
God, why have I forsaken you? I
owe You my life in exchange for
Your death. A sentence, marked for
me, bound Your hands and sealed
Your fate. The shackles, meant for
me, hung from Your feet.
Burn
this wall down - burn it to the
ground. Bring me to my knees.
My
God, My God, why have I forsaken
You? Take this from me. Your blood
is enough to cover my hands.