Standing in the garden Standing here and pray Thinking of my future All my visions grey
My soul wants to serve you But my flesh dissents I know I deserve you But shall I there ascend?
Nailed on the cross of wood I lose my blood Why have you forsaken me Oh my God
Now that he disowns me It feels like a shot Tempted by the demons I sweat drops of blood
Nailed on the cross of wood I lose my blood Why have you forsaken me Oh my God
Arrested, tried and sentenced Dragging my own cross They lead me out for execution With my crown of thorns Hebrew son, the son of God And punishment is what I got Can you feel my anger? Why do I have to die? I've been stripped of clothing Naked I stare at the sky As I hang above you I have no force to cry
Can you feel what I feel? Do you know my soul? Have you ever asked me If I wanted this role?
What about your conscience? Does it make you proud? I'm sent here for redemption A puppet for this crowd
Nailed on the cross of wood I lose my blood Why have you forsaken me Oh my GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
