Nailed To Gold - Immolation

As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind 
That Jesus died for me... How foolish can they be 

As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind 
Jesus didn't die for me... 
Jesus died 

How foolish can they be to worship such a king 
Who was crowned and hung between two thieves 

In hopes of his return, we congregate in prayer 
A faith so strong it obscured us from the truth 

Your cross was my enslaver 
Nails that held me close 
Your precious blood was shed 
And I don't accept your pain 

Monarch of deceit on a cross of hope and fear 
Not a symbol of your sanctity But a reminder of your defeat 

As you were nailed and killed 
So were we nailed to gold 
We live upon your cross and bear this guilt for you