the hanged man

Watch me bleed as i fall
down from grace i am
my last few hours here
don't shed a tear
As they nail me on the wood
my wrists pinned on with nails
and the thorns around my head
wish i was forever dead
On this mountain i hang
golgotha, far from grace
i see the vultures
circle overhead
There is blood on my hands
there are lies on my tongue
i never was born to be holy
you made me what i am now
A martyr in another time
a saviour who can never be
so please leave me
leave me, fucking be
As they nail me on the wood
my wrists pinned on with nails
and the thorns around my head
wish i was forever dead

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