| I’ve been working for my whole life to get to the other side
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| And try to achieve true righteousness
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| All the scourges and whips I cracked
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| The flesh I ripped off my back
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| It only led me to emptiness
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| Here I am, a broken man who’s done all that a man could do
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| And found that it’s only filthy rags
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| Monasteries, religious schools, indulgences, laws and rules
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| It all added up to nothing and darkness and death
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| Vanity, Heartache, and emptiness
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| Efforts all fading away
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| The flesh and defeat that it brings
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| ‘Till You guide me and show me things
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| That my eyes have never seen before
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| As I burst forth from the belly of the beast
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| Never fight it anymore
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| For the burden on my life has been released
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| Nail it to the door
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| Nailed these ninety-five things I’ve learned
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| They’ll say that I must be burned
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| For God has no place for heretics
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| All the things that they try to sell
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| It’s trickery straight from Hell
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| To turn it into a den of thieves
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| See these madmen peddling the wares of dead men’s souls
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| Collecting on a debt already paid so long ago
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| There’s fire in my spirit, and fire in their eyes
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| For now they’ll want to burn me alive
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| Yet freedom rings
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| Unworthiness is all I bring
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| The blood of Christ is all I claim
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| This grace revealed everything
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| That my eyes have never seen before
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| As I burst forth from the belly of the beast
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| Never fight it anymore
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| For the burden on my life has been released
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| Nail it to the door |