Excruciation

Calvary Death

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Pull out this leather of my face
Throw something away and relief the flames
Strip my arms off
Let this weight falling down of my shoulders
Let my carcass facing down on the floor
Why do you stare me with feelings?
Cause you know the wind passing through this body
It's the same wind which will consume slowly your body

You can bet how many times I've tried to croos the fire
And I've drunk that same warm liquid
I can't open the windows anymore
Cause in front of it there's an wall of Lamentations
I can't smell grind and I can see blood stains
The real cut is printed

On all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical faces
Pull out this leather of my faces
Cause I feel much pain, torture, torment
Martydom, pity, affliction

Pull out this leather of my face
Throw something away and relief the flames
Strip my arms off
Let this weight falling down of my shoulders
Let my carcass facing down on the floor
Why do you stare me with feelings?
Cause you know the wind passing through this body
It's the same wind which will consume slowly your body

You can bet how many times I've tried to croos the fire
And I've drunk that same warm liquid
I can't open the windows anymore
Cause in front of it there's an wall of Lamentations
I can't smell grind and I can see blood stains
The real cut is printed

On all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical faces
Pull out this leather of my faces
Cause I feel much pain, torture, torment
Martydom, pity, affliction