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