Crucified on the surface of the sun
This endless burden weighs a ton
At the core of this ruthless witch hunt
Lies a darkness that I can't confront
The master sits beneath a rotten locust tree
Wrenching my thoughts far from reality
This stranglehold has me powerless
And I owe it to your cowardice
A faceless conjuror of what's to be
Loosening my grip on fatality
On the other side of the midnight sun
Still lies a battle that cannot be won
I'm being dragged through a vicious cycle
I'm on the verge of a downward spiral and it's out of my hands
And it's out of my hands
I'm being ripped apart, denatured
By the architects of failure
And I'm triggered by my saviours
Abandoned by my saviours
Existing on the edge of silence
Living on the cusp of violence
I'm just begging for survival
I'm begging for survival
Crucified on the surface of the sun
This endless burden weighs a ton
But it's out of my hands
Out of my fucking hands
