Stained Glass

Inside a world of spiritual forgiveness
Shelter a place of peace
Nailed to your cross of doubt, why?
One stab at life, you see the truth
My hands bleed for you
Open the gates of Hell
Let 'em in, farewell
Tired of being like the rest, in your coma
Nail to your cross of doubt, why?

Wash away all thy sins, Christ
In a way we'll all crumble to dust

Time will open up the wounds that never heal
Cries, broken down, lies
Botched life, this will never become a life without sins

Eternal suffering, never forgive
The plague of ages, the guilty will form true
Take my hands, I bleed for you