Nailed to Gold

As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind

That Jesus died for me... How foolish can they beAs if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind

Jesus didn't die for me...

Jesus diedHow foolish can they be to worship such a king

Who was crowned and hung between two thievesIn hopes of his return, we congregate in prayer

A faith so strong it obscured us from the truthYour cross was my enslaver

Nails that held me close

Your precious blood was shed

And I don't accept your painMonarch of deceit on a cross of hope and fear

Not a symbol of your sanctity But a reminder of your defeatAs you were nailed and killed

So were we nailed to gold

We live upon your cross and bear this guilt for you