Crucified

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