Hatred written over the faces of the mass,
Watching the block of wood as up comes the...

Written at the cross section,
The words that make no sense...

Mysteries behold,
As the small boy runs...

I wonder if anyone notices,
The scares are all still hidden...

Wonders behold, look to the mirror,
Controlled by a machine...

Standing still as stone,
Looking into cold, hard surface...

Count the minutes,
Count the hours...

His face is bloodied,
It’s bruised and battered...

As I sit there in the darkness,
Upon this bed of thorns...

Don't cry for me,
I don’t wanna be cried for...

Beaten and battered,
The Angel lies...

I stand here now,
Tears burning my eyes...