the soiled ground for the sacrifice,
dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland.
i am your martyr, your stigmata...
the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes.
my body listens... as you whisper.
my fingers bend... as i`m nailed to your cross
the splinters etch... hearts in my back.
i denounce this crucifixion, i deman another sacrifice.
a cast shadow over this narrow hill,
pulling my fingers from these nails...
there will be no use for a second coming.