Your end could be sad
my words are dressed in lies

I am not the Glory
I am not the Slave of God
I am flesh in your dreams
I am lust inside the faith

I am eating Christ’s brain
perhaps in him I can wash my lies

I am not the Glory
I am not the Slave of God
I am blood in your hands
I am lust inside the faith

my eyes are blinded by her
my body is slave in your hands

I don’t have more temple
where I can pray to you
I don’t have more pleasures
that to push my own cross

Crucify