Shame and guilt swallowed me The heart, once frozen by bitterness, had melted into sorrow
Yet now I stand again, on the edge of life My peers, the masses A crowd damning another man to my fate The price I put upon my own head When I traded righteousness for rags It is death You do not deserveΒ Β
The judge found you innocent but the jury cried guilty And despite your record, you were deemed filthy
You, who stands across the world from me You, who bears no mark of shame No need to feel shy No reason to die
Your wrists were punctured whilst mine were freed As my heart was healed, yours would bleed It was my tomb they buried you inside And it was my rock you pushed aside
You, the one I left behind Stepped forward and take my place You took the cross Etched with my blame Laden with my sin Cursed by my name
And you didn't dispose of it You didn't burn it away You bore its full weight As I was meant to do And you carried it As I was meant to do And you died As I was meant to do
And when I ask why, O Lord You would take my place Die on my hill Lie in my tomb My answer is found in the empty sepulcher Where my body should forever be