Woorden: Lillian Axe. Crucified.

Come a little closer with your

Thoughts of an insurrection,

A little black mark in the book of your life

Could bring a change of your affection

Got a one track mind, it's a sign of the times,

Find a whole new revelation,

Prime time, any time, pay the bailiff for your crime,

Don't lose your concentration



No, No, No, I don't want to be crucified



Got a heavy cross to bear

When there's salt in your lacerations,

At least when I die I can look 'em in the eye,

See them off to eternal damnation,

See the bloodstained curtains in the temple of love

Where the truth is a state of your mind,

Kneel down, kiss the ground,

Better never make a sound

How can they see when they're so damn blind?




Chorus:

Can you believe in something

Not fit for their consumption?

Hold on strong to the end

Use the force in the back of your mind

I can't accept what they say

I choose to go my own way

I don't want to be crucified



Flying high, sanctify, living a lie,

By the hand of intoxication,

Under attack, see the scars on my back,

Think it's time for a needed vacation.



No, No, No, I don't want to be crucified



Chorus