Of Prometheus And The Crucifix

I am the Promethean,
tragic figure in this dream.
Dream known as life,
known as life.

I bring spark into the lives,
take the molded, show them fire.
Fire's the spark in their eyes.

My flesh is ripped at daily,
it's the cross I bear.

I feel it tear out my insides,
a pain so heavy I could collapse.
I feel it just may kill me,
I must brave through this storm.

I am made exemplary,
lashed up by the public scene.
For bearing my heart,
my soul's on fire.

I pull my ribs open now,
bleed my heart upon the ground.
Drink of the blood, take me in.

My flesh is ripped at daily,
it's the cross I bear.

I feel it tear out my insides,
a pain so heavy I could collapse.
I feel it just may kill me,
I must brave through this storm.

Chain me down, nail me up!
It feels so cold on my skin.
Flesh cut deep from their claws!
Chew my organs out.

Salivating with hate!
Crown of thorns, deathly boards,
won't make me cease to be.

You've turned this scapegoat,
into the lion that will,
devour you whole.

My flesh is ripped at daily,
it's the cross I bear.
My flesh is ripped at daily,
it's the cross I bear.

I feel it tear out my insides,
a pain so heavy I could collapse.
I feel it just may kill me,
I must brave through this storm.

I feel it tear out my insides,
a pain so heavy I could collapse.
I feel it just may kill me,
I must brave through this storm.