Jesus and Tori

The soiled ground for the sacrifice

Dispelled, crippling, faulty holy land

I am your martyr, your stigmata

The tears turn to blood beneath my eyes

My body listens (As you whisper)

My fingers bend, bend, bend (As I'm nailed to your cross)

The splinters etch, etch (Hearts in my back)

I denounce this crucifixion

I demand another sacrifice

A cast shadow over this narrow hill

Pulling my fingers from these nails, from these nails

There will be no use

For a second coming

A cast shadow over this narrow hill

Pulling my fingers from these nails