Cringe at the sight
Weary within sorrows plight
Man's hand has scarred again
Over my wooden soul
Crucified once more
Fallen down, ugly and sore
Principality marks & chips my wooden soul
Lies, man cannot be trusted
My savior bleeds
Callused hands
With fury's need
To break my wooden soul
My wooden soul
Tear it down, this human hold
Where's the answers I'd hoped to find?
Release me from the chains that bind
Lies, man cannot be trusted
How many times must I try
I put my faith in you
Only to be let down
Faced pushed to the ground
And no one cares!!!!!!!!!!!!
Human hold takes it toll
No control, wooden soul
Lies, man cannot be trusted
