On The Cross

Now these three nails are all I've got

Purest devastation, my own crucifixion

It's the season to see the light

No more chance to think, seraphic sounds calling

There's someone waiting for me

What will be my destiny

Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong

Like saviours I die on the cross

The manuscript of my life's undone

Ain't no new horizons

Just spears of burning iron

My body aches, but it's not the worst

The will is almost broken

I'll be soon forgotten

...What will be keeping me there

Heaven or dark depth of hell

Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong

Like saviours I die on the cross