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. You`ve got the power to walk, but you just crawl. You forgot the things he did, you hang him on the wall.