Soil - Crucified lyrics

Look down at your hands

At the stake your about to drive

Feel the tears on your cheeks

Empty needle in your mind

Look into your blood red sky

Where your feeling fly so high

Every once in a while friend

Everyone needs a helping hand

Don't crucify me

I'm not ready to die just yet

I've got something to say, to see, to be

Crucified

Theive me one last chance

To prove what I can

Not made of brittle glass

I'm not a broken man.. no