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 im nailed to your cross
the splinters etch hearts in my back
i denounce this crucifixtion, i demand another sacrifice
a cast shadow over this narrow hill
pulling my fingers from these nails
there will be no use for a second comming