When it's day we drive to the river
When it's cold we sleep on a hill
I won't say it's time then you can wake me up
When you play and pretend to be real
Everything you're trying to say
All those words to beat them
I'll be crucified over amber, crystal and beaded jet
Taking off the garments of grace
My naked hands conceal them
We'll be crucified over amber, crystal and beaded jet
She's rancor and he's the forgiver
In this rite they run to stand still
Is it the real deal until they get you down
Priests pray for foes but princes kill
Burning true our blood is drawn black
Feels so good to be there
We'll be crucified over amber, crystal and beaded jet
Shaking off the garments of grace
My naked hands conceal them
Wet to wet the magnet is set to amber, crystal and beaded jet
Welcome to the perfect feast
This is one you cannot miss
Here's the chance for you to take
Feed the real and starve the fake
Burning true our blood is drawn black
Feels so good to be there
We'll be crucified over amber, crystal and beaded jet
Shaking off the garments of grace
My naked hands conceal them
Wet to wet the magnet is set to amber, crystal and beaded jet
