The punctured holes from serpent bites sting like I'm dying.
Toxic street venom flowing through my veins that I'm buying.
I need an antidote to reverse this curse.
My head is poisoned and feels like its ready to burst.
I see Visions of a man nailed onto a cross.
Weeping for his people while his own blood is a loss.
Wrapped in barbed wire, and wearing no clothes.
Stripped naked and displayed for the pagan shows.
All for the love of the becoming.
He whispers hymns and the music he's humming.
He screams, "Fear no pain and fear no evil".
Now the cross sits on top of the steeple.
For he will return to save all of his people.