Look down at your hands At the stake your about to drive Feel the tears on your cheeks Empty needle in your mind Look into your blood red sky Where your feeling fly so high Every once in a while friend Everyone needs a helping hand Don't crucify me I'm not ready to die just yet I've got something to say, to see, to be Crucified Theive me one last chance To prove what I can Not made of brittle glass I'm not a broken man.. no [CHORUS]
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