Stones

As I came, they all turned their back

Whispers buzzing to my ears,

They molded my statue,

And dressed it with a straight-jacket,

Such a beautiful artefact,



Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast

Attracted by bouts of pain,

They turned me into a scapegoat,

Splashing red over my naked body



Never justify nor deny,

I saw it coming with my third eye,

Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,



I saw it coming with my third eye



These stones thrown at my face,

Only make my fire grow,

I'll transform the stones into gold,

Crucified



As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,

Leaving me hollow and unreal,



They jailed me in a coal chamber,

Where walls snigger endlessly



Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast

Attracted by bouts of pain,

They turned me into a scapegoat,

Splashing red over my naked body



Never justify nor deny,

I saw it coming with my third eye,

Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,



I saw it coming with my third eye



These stones thrown at my face,

Only make my fire grow,

I'll transform the stones into gold,

Crucified



Sacrifice the lamb

You can try but it will be futile in the end



Rusting in my hands

These nails are rusting in my hands