A halo of thorns adorn my head,
I carry this cross upon my back down these streets with my bare feet.
Crowds of people gather to curse my name,oh what a shame.
Crucified at the edge of town for all to see.
Three nails hold me to this tree.
I look to the heavens for my father to shine his light on me.
You see I am the key and I gladly die for the.
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