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