Crucified

Unaware and all alone His faith is god and he has none Beaten down, torn apart, bleeding hands Was I the first to be crucified King of fools or king of pride I'll be the next to be crucified Salvation is clawing at my back Temptation is tearing through the cracks Frustration is always bringing me back Cast a light left and right Searching high and low Just to find my place Ere and dale, no avail It's a race to the death It's a loss of faith