Second in Line They sting

Oh they sting

They feel like razors

Cutting my eyes

Hot bloody tears

That built up

From last time

Oh last time

Last time

When I forgave it all

And returned

To your side

Oh your side

Your side

Should be marked

With a knife

Like the crucified

Oh the crucified

The crucified

Was vastly different

From merely you

Evil he denied

Oh he denied

He denied

Temptation and lust

Stayed true, in faith

And never cried

Oh never cried

Never cried

Like this before

It burns, yet cold

They sting

Oh they sting

They sting my eyes