| He was dragging the cross to the Place of Skulls
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| Through a crowd that mocked him with all different ways
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| Under the heavy burden he cried for help
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| He looked at my eyes, I spat on his face!
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| He was said to be saviour, a Son of God
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| Somehow he failed to save even his own ass
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| Or was it just a guestion of being a martyr
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| An example of justness for the lower class?
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| I said keep on moving as he tried to rest
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| He said you keep moving too, until I return
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| With these words he cursed me, this Nazarene
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| And now I’m just waiting for this world to burn!
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| Forever I wander, forever alone
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| Until the Judgment Day I must walk here
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| On this piece of shit you call earth
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| But I don’t fucking care because the end is near — ha!!!
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| Oh yeah, Jesus cast the spell
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| No sign of grace of God, he condemned me into this Hell
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| Until the end of the world I have to walk alone
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| Dear Lord I’m asking from you: did you cast the first stone?
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| Praise Jesus! |
| And his forgiveness!!! |