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Nailed to the cross That points up to the sky Crucifixion of ideals Rot slowly and dies A mere attempt To obtain the demands Whilst the dismal Burns from inside Sore feelings Of those seeking life Guilty of all pleasures Hide in their lies Deny it two more times Thirty silver coins Sold convictions Eradicated heart Bigotry biased No one else left behind Sore feelings Of those seeking life Last of a breed Everyone has a price From Letras Mania