Crucified - The Restarts

Like blood that doesn’t wash

Your neck up on a block

Events wont bring a stop

It’s up against the clock

And with no fence to sit

Up to your neck in it

The scales are forever tipped

To end under the whip

Either way you are crucified

The left and to the right

Redemption out of sight

A tunnel without light

A long drop from a height

Whatever to ensure

You don’t know what to do

Dismiss catholic guilt

To suffer to the hilt

Either way you are crucified