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There is a cross
They've got the nails
Since centuries they crucify him
They placed a crown of thorns upon his head
To suffer to the end of time
They've nailed him to a cross
To suffer to the end of time
You've got the power to walk, but you just crawl
You forgot the things he did
You hang him on the wall
To God all things are possible
To you it's given to be like himself
You don't perceive it, my little sheep
Creeping, crawling
The history repeats itself
The sight of crucifixion still lies
Heavy on your eyes
You cannot crucify him
God cannot die
As long as you were a crown of thorns you live a lie
You cannot crucify yourself
God cannot die
He points it out to you what it means to live
He points it out to you what it means to die
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