If toi came par me would I crown toi my King
Or brush toi off as though I really didn't see
If toi walked par my side would our souls then be unified
I swore Your name would never be denied
But I took up this hammer
And laughed at all Your slander
And pierced Your hands
With the nails of blasphemy
How could I do this? I don't know
Said something forced me to it, so
Spit in Your face and passed toi by
(I'd forgotten those words "your name won't be denied")
But time and time again I'd live that life of sin
I knew it hurt toi bad but I wasn't ready to give in
"Maybe someday," but not this jour I said
I wanted to...
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