By his suffering we were redeemed
By my suffering I've not done a thing
With nine inch long nails his body pierced
Surgical steel used by the surgeon on me
I can't go on and I've waited too long
His body was broken for the sins of others
My body has been broken for sins I've done
His blood was shed for the salvation of all
My blood has been shed and all hope is gone
I am not the Christ, Messiah, nor a savior
The crushing of my soul continues, it goes on
And I now fear the emptiness of oblivion
For to despair is a grotesque sin
And I can no longer speak
For the sorrow within
