Within my mind's eye
Flickering from the past [bad word] images that terrify and calm
paradox in me

Nail pierced hands [bad word] with blood
splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain yet [bad word] to me

He chose to give it all
Jesus endured the pain
Paying a debt I owed and created a paradox in me

Nail pierced hands [bad word] with blood
splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain yet [bad word] to me

And in my heart I know that you're the only one
Who could of came and died, a sacrifice
As your God's only son

Nail pierced hands [bad word] with blood
splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain yet [bad word] to me