Christ dies with open arms but with the turned face
The shame of having failed in front of your apostles
Wanting to change the world and your mistakes
Being betrayed for who he defended betryed for God

Feeling the flavor of the sin in your mouth and the fear of being wrong
All observe the martyr crying and they don't believe
He is made of flesh and he will die
Where is your divinity now?

Where is your father now? Why you abandonded me?

I see your eyes full of fear and pain
I see a man's face that suffers slowly
The death belongs same for all to us
Observe the false martyr to die

The divinity is made of flesh
The spirituality is an illusion
Your christ rots in the cross
And your soul not wins the redemption

The messiah of two crosses
Redemption made of blood
Exploring the human ignorance
To be the supreme true

The evil is above all of us we were born like this
The it scourges it rips our flesh but not our soul

The martyr died in the cross
But it didn't put an end to our sins