Scarred Stones
As I came, they all turned their back
Whispers buzzing to my ears,
They molded my statue,
And dressed it with a straight-jacket,
Such a beautiful artefact,
Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
They turned me into a scapegoat,
Splashing red over my naked body
Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their f..cking minds,
I saw it coming with my third eye
These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I'll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified
As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,
Leaving me hollow and unreal,
They jailed me in a coal chamber,
Where walls snigger endlessly
Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
They turned me into a scapegoat,
Splashing red over my naked body
Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their f..cking minds,
I saw it coming with my third eye
These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I'll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified
Sacrifice the lamb
You can try but it will be futile in the end
Rusting in my hands
These nails are rusting in my hands
