Look at me I'm hanging here in vains the tears are running from my eyes or is it just, the blood from my eyes of thorns the crown for the king oh lord of the poor and the poverty my soul is screaming and I'm the slave of my pain father what happens am I the fool?
Now I feel it the power of my bitter tears I am the angry christ who will never rise again
My life is streaming out of my body like my blood the source of all my being my fury grows into hate and I look at the worms to my feet these kind of thoughts glue at me like boils why I can't cut them right out of my mind? just like you - you cut my pride why have you forsaken me?
It's the beginning of a dying century when I look down with my safety distance I feel the pleasure in it and I can't and I will not help I close my eyes can't stand the pain how lucky I am to be dead but my place of honour must be in your heart when you think of me
Now I feel it the power of my bitter tears I am the angry christ who will never rise again wake up by reality - glimpse behind the scenes don't wanna see this place called earth again no more no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
