Testo di Crucified

Like blood that doesn't wash Your neck up on a block Events wont bring a stop It's up against the clock And with no fence to sit Up to your neck in it The scales are forever tipped To end under the whip Either way you are crucified The left and to the right Redemption out of sight A tunnel without light A long drop from a height Whatever to ensure You don't know what to do Dismiss catholic guilt To suffer to the hilt Either way you are crucified