I am a thief, I am a murderer,
Walking up this lonely hill.
What have I done? I don't remember.
No one knows just how I feel;
And I know that my time [bad word] soon.

It's been so long, oh, such a long time,
Since I've lived with peace and rest.
Now I am here, in my destination,
I guess things work for the best;
And I know that my time [bad word] soon.

Who is this man? This man beside me,
That they call the King of the Jews.
No, they don't believe, that He's the Messiah,
But, somehow I know that it's [bad word] 

They laugh at Him in mockery,
They beat Him till he bleeds,
They nail Him to [bad word] cross,
And they raise Him, yeah, they raise Him up next to me.

My time [bad word]  and I'm slowly fading,
But I deserve what I receive.
Jesus, when You are in Your kingdom,
Could You please, please remember me.
Well He looks at me still holding on,
And the tears fall from His eyes,
And He says I tell the [bad word] 
Today, yeah, you will live with Me in paradise, woah yeah.

And I know that my time, yes my time, [bad word] soon, woah yeah.
And I know that my time, yes my time, [bad word] soon, woah yeah, yeah
And I know that paradise, paradise [bad word] soon.