As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind
  That Jesus died for me... How foolish can they be
  
  As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind
  Jesus didn't die for me...
  Jesus died
  
  How foolish can they be to worship such a king
  Who was crowned and hung between two thieves
  
  In hopes of his return, we congregate in prayer
  A faith so strong it obscured us from the truth
  
  Your cross was my enslaver
  Nails that held me close
  Your precious blood was shed
  And I don't accept your pain
  
  Monarch of deceit on a cross of hope and fear
  Not a symbol of your sanctity But a reminder of your defeat
  
  As you were nailed and killed
  So were we nailed to gold
  We live upon your cross and bear this guilt for you