Faithbomb Casting Lots
Crucify you hanging there
We're gambling for the clothes you wear
Not a hint of who you are
For disrespect we've raised the bar
We fulfill this prophecy
It's not a thing but fate you see
Be careful now not to tear
The filthy rags that this God wears
What did they see
How could they know
Don't they believe
Where are their souls
Casting lots at the foot of your king
Casting down your everything
Casting lots for the robes of a king
Casting lots
