Besieged Inri
The stripes on Your back,
the blood on Your face,
the holes in Your hands,
the love in Your eyes;
this was for me
- the undeserving.
And with a new found fire
I will shine.
Shine
My God, My God,
why have I forsaken you?
I owe You my life
in exchange for Your death.
A sentence, marked for me,
bound Your hands and sealed Your fate.
The shackles,
meant for me,
hung from Your feet.
Burn this wall down
- burn it to the ground.
Bring me to my knees.
My God, My God,
why have I forsaken You?
Take this from me.
Your blood is enough to cover my hands.
