All your achievements are obscure. And your existence is a myth. I imagine you only as a failure, off all tragedies, of all sins. Can you imaginethe doubts. In eyes of all your enemies. Every truth will change to dust. And then they will see that's crazy. Look what you have done. Thinkin' you are the godly son. Crucified freedom of own reason. When every friendship can be a lie. A man who must be crucufied. They got you due your abilities. To believe to all who seem like god's son. Your truth killed your own peace. So look, so look - it's Christ, it's a christhunt - blood in his wounds. So look, so look - it's Christ, it's a christhunt - they wait with crown. All about you seems like a lie, expalled from people - who believed. Not dent the truth and then to die. Like human betrayal - of who heard. When the very truth is lost, you still consider - yourself as icon. Till your death, maybe they heard, but then they killed - it is ChristhuntTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
