Look down at your hands
 
 At the stake your about to drive
 
 Feel the tears on your cheeks
 
 Empty needle in your mind
 
  
  Look into your blood red sky
 
 Where your feeling fly so high
 
 Every once in a while friend
 
 Everyone needs a helping hand
  
 
 Don't crucify me
 
 I'm not ready to die just yet
 
 I've got something to say, to see, to be
 
 Crucified
  
 
 Theive me one last chance
 
 To prove what I can
 
 Not made of brittle glass
 
 I'm not a broken man.. no
  
 
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