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He was dragging the cross to the Place of Skulls |
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Through a crowd that mocked him with all different ways |
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Under the heavy burden he cried for help |
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He looked at my eyes, I spat on his face! |
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He was said to be saviour, a Son of God |
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Somehow he failed to save even his own ass |
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Or was it just a guestion of being a martyr, |
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an example of justness for the lower class? |
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I said keep on moving as he tried to rest |
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He said you keep moving too, until I return |
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With these words he cursed me, this Nazarene |
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And now I'm just waiting for this world to burn! |
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Forever I wander, forever alone |
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Until the Judgment Day I must walk here |
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On this piece of shit you call earth |
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But I don't fucking care because the end is near - ha!!! |
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Oh yeah, Jesus cast the spell |
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No sign of grace of God, he condemned me into this Hell |
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Until the end of the world I have to walk alone |
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Dear Lord I'm asking from you: did you cast the first stone? |
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Praise Jesus! And his forgiveness!!! |
