A healer made god

Priest King, I don't want to be a God
It's my life, I don't want to be a God
Hang me, Kill me, Fuck me, Burn me

I was a preacher of peace
& A healer of the sick
Just look at me now
I never wanted this shit,
I'm a God on a cross
My face is everywhere
They say I saved the world
But I never even cared.
Everything I ever was
& Everything I couldn't be
Is just another hearsay?
In a distant memory.
I don't remember being asked
To be a white mans Christ
I don't remember being asked
To make this sacrifice.