The words I'm speaking lie dead in your ears
Breathless from waging wars
Stretching, turning every inch into a mile
Picking at my very being
Leaving only sores

How'd I not see
How'd I not see
This crown of thorns on my head
Whose hands will be
Whose hands will be
Washed off the blood I've shed

Crawl back to beg forgiveness, inhaling for the last time
Breathless from waging wars
Blinded from the story's meaning since the book began
Nail you to the cross this time
See what glory you will find

Now we've reached the center
Of the rotten core in the
Apple of your eye
Let's see what it means
For you to really need me
Let's see what it takes
To keep yourself in place