Open wounds like the marks of christ

Bleeding from my wrists the veins are sliced

Ripping flesh as the blade sinks in like nails in my wrists

The ceremony begins

Bleeding out the holy ghost

The devil raises his glass as he proposes a toast

To the death of my flesh

To the death of my faith

As I’m nailed to the cross

And I’m consumed by hate

I bear the scars of christ

By the illusion of grace

Bleeding out the holy ghost

Nailed to the cross

My severed veins are drying out

Nailed to the cross

The crown of shame pierces my brow

Nailed to the cross

The crows of hell feast on my eyes

Nailed to the fucking cross

I bear the scars of christ

By the illusion of grace

I bear the scars of christ

By the illusion of grace