Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Crucifix

I may think of you softly from time to time
But I’ll cut off my hands before I reach for you again.
We never touched we never really touched.
And even if we did I don't think you're capable of feeling much.

I’m your crucifix.
You pin all your sins on me,
And I’ve been struck so many times that I don’t even bleed.

You can claim I'm guilty but I'm not the wicked type.
I'm just using black magic so I have a lighter way to look at it.
I never knew, I never knew the cost,
but if I did I don't think I would've paid this much.

To be your crucifix.
You pin all your sins on me,
And I’ve been struck so many times that I don’t even bleed.


Well this has become quite the political affair.
And as for my hearts defense I'm beginning to wear.
So keep breaking me down
just call the whole damn town
they'll bring their stones.

I'm just your crucifix.
you pin all your sins on me,
And I’ve been struck so many times I don’t even,
I don't wanna be your crucifix,
please just claim your sins, pull the pins out of my hands,
I want this out of my hands.

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