Hammer drives home the third and final nail this twisted
disfigurement adjoined spiritually to the cross I call
home one thousand eyes do not lament when you fuse
upon me for I choose this existence watch them dance
their intoxicated dance the acrid stench of the tools
of their trade the hate felt for those once like me
who have chosen to fall from their cross exists unequaled
one thousand feet incessant tattoo scarred earth sacrilege
filth covers mother of all bastard child attempts matricide
hang my head in misery but my eyes will not shut out
the screams scars run deep reopen with a word rivers
form lakes of torment for them to find sustenance in
here I will stay nailed to my cross alone as I was in the beginning