Blood on the Dance Floor - Crucified By Your Lies | Текст песни

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Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified by your lies
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified like Jesus Christ

Hi, my name is Jesus like the man that was crucified
Bitches with their lies almost pushed me into suicide
Call me a rapist, here's the truth, Can you take it?
Or why you keep believing what these haters keep on saying
I've never been convicted but the media is twisted
Tryna paint me as a criminal, I guess they're just addicted
The only thing they want is money, fame, and attention
By making accusations, complicate the situation
I know that I'm not perfect, I fuck up and make mistakes
But I'm man enough to admit to it, the truth you can't erase
You're getting so creative with my pictures in your photoshop
Make something out of nothing with your fabricated photo op
I find it's so disgusting, you waste all your time on me
All of this injustice from a life filled with disease
Nail me to the cross with your slander's allegations
Just like Jesus Christ, I will pay for your salvation
Your life is so pathetic, I'll be your choice in a celebration
All your hatred has become the final source of your damnation!

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified by your lies
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified like Jesus Christ

Now imagine being tortured for the rest of your life
With all sympathetics try to free me all the time
Plus your YouTube vids were only one side of a story
Stick it in your ass with your five seconds of glory
Rumors going around that I'm a crazy loose canon
Well fuck it, I'll go green like the hulk and do some damage
Before you go accusing me, better get your facts straight
The fences I'm building when you're a victim of this hate
And matter of fact, I hope you die with a fat dick in your eye
Scrutinize with your lies, I won't back down, I will rise!
It's all politics, waiting to get fame
Defeat me and your friends, throwing them into the flames
When the smoke clears, you'll be the guilty one
Here's my last bullet, suck the barrel from my fucking gun
I'm done, I'm over, I know I'm a righteous man
I'm sick and tired of trying to make you people understand
When they close my coffin and I'm holding hands with Death
Just remember all I sacrificed, here's my final breath.
I gave you my compassion, turn on me like an assassin
Sow me with your fucking life, just like Jesus in "The Passion"!

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified by your lies
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified like Jesus Christ
Well, it's not over, tell me where does it end
Trial by fire, up at innocent men

Persecute, Execute, binding tool, holy cross
Think you got the best of me, but I'm the motherfucking boss!
Call me a pedophile, all the rage is all my style
All you sick twisted fucks, you should have your fucking nuts cut
Shoved into your eye socket, violence is the way I love it
Giving me the justice that I rightfully deserve
Closing up and tapping to all that is absurd
When you listen to my music, listen to it word for word
Then you'll understand my meaning and my wrath will be reversed
HATE! HATE! HATE!
When you cannot fucking break
HATE! HATE! HATE!
Cause I got what it takes
HATE! HATE! HATE!
All the music that I make
Jealousy's my bitch, and I fucked her in her face!
HOW DO I TASTE!?

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Crucified like Jesus Christ

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