Crossfixation

Golgata lies silent
And the sand has drunk the blood
Black is the wind which make the crosses away
They puncture hallow ground
Life stabwounds to the skin
Crossfixation
Crossfixation
Human ornamentation, a ghastly vaudeville
Had to entertain the masses
Had to keep them in fear
Crosses lean on these barren hills
Daily tribunals daily fills
Crossfixation
Crossfixation
Crossfixation
Last of days sands of time running fast
Drag my cross thru the mob
Whipped and chained…
Dying young, dying young… dying young!
Bloody and sweat — blinds my eyes — no one weeps, no one cares
Count my steps up the hill — drag my cross… drag my cross
Nails are driven deep thru the limbs
I’m hung to die, lft in the sun to dry!
Crossfixation
Crossfixation