Killing 歌词

Can you feel the pain he feels As the nails go through his hands? Driving them in deeper Bloody red hands A crown of thorns on his head "Come down from there!" they cried. "You saved others, can't you save yourself?" Blindfolded, the soldiers demand prophecy "Who is hitting you now?" "Who is hitting you now?" "Why don't you tell us? I thought you were the Son of God" "Who is hitting you now?" "Take him away!" Oh they're killing my Lord Oh oh they're killing my Lord Like a lamb in the slaughter is sheared So he never spoke a word Oh oh they're killing my Lord By the power of God Day became as dark as night The curtain torn in two "It is finished!" They spit on him and mock his name Very much like the world today Beat him, laugh at him "Ha ha ha ha" Oh they're killing my Lord Oh oh they're killing my Lord Like a lamb in the slaughter is sheared So he never spoke a word Oh oh they're killing my Lord Can you feel the pain he feels As the nails go through his hands? Cause they're driving them in deeper Deeper deeper deeper Can you feel it? Can you feel it?