Song | Nailed |
Artist | Theocracy |
Album | As the World Bleeds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve been working for my whole life to get to the other side | |
And try to achieve true righteousness | |
All the scourges and whips I cracked | |
The flesh I ripped off my back | |
It only led me to emptiness | |
Here I am, a broken man who’s done all that a man could do | |
And found that it’s only filthy rags | |
Monasteries, religious schools, indulgences, laws and rules | |
It all added up to nothing and darkness and death | |
Vanity, Heartache, and emptiness | |
Efforts all fading away | |
The flesh and defeat that it brings | |
‘Till You guide me and show me things | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door | |
Nailed these ninety-five things I’ve learned | |
They’ll say that I must be burned | |
For God has no place for heretics | |
All the things that they try to sell | |
It’s trickery straight from Hell | |
To turn it into a den of thieves | |
See these madmen peddling the wares of dead men’s souls | |
Collecting on a debt already paid so long ago | |
There’s fire in my spirit, and fire in their eyes | |
For now they’ll want to burn me alive | |
Yet freedom rings | |
Unworthiness is all I bring | |
The blood of Christ is all I claim | |
This grace revealed everything | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door |
I' ve been working for my whole life to get to the other side | |
And try to achieve true righteousness | |
All the scourges and whips I cracked | |
The flesh I ripped off my back | |
It only led me to emptiness | |
Here I am, a broken man who' s done all that a man could do | |
And found that it' s only filthy rags | |
Monasteries, religious schools, indulgences, laws and rules | |
It all added up to nothing and darkness and death | |
Vanity, Heartache, and emptiness | |
Efforts all fading away | |
The flesh and defeat that it brings | |
' Till You guide me and show me things | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door | |
Nailed these ninetyfive things I' ve learned | |
They' ll say that I must be burned | |
For God has no place for heretics | |
All the things that they try to sell | |
It' s trickery straight from Hell | |
To turn it into a den of thieves | |
See these madmen peddling the wares of dead men' s souls | |
Collecting on a debt already paid so long ago | |
There' s fire in my spirit, and fire in their eyes | |
For now they' ll want to burn me alive | |
Yet freedom rings | |
Unworthiness is all I bring | |
The blood of Christ is all I claim | |
This grace revealed everything | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door |
I' ve been working for my whole life to get to the other side | |
And try to achieve true righteousness | |
All the scourges and whips I cracked | |
The flesh I ripped off my back | |
It only led me to emptiness | |
Here I am, a broken man who' s done all that a man could do | |
And found that it' s only filthy rags | |
Monasteries, religious schools, indulgences, laws and rules | |
It all added up to nothing and darkness and death | |
Vanity, Heartache, and emptiness | |
Efforts all fading away | |
The flesh and defeat that it brings | |
' Till You guide me and show me things | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door | |
Nailed these ninetyfive things I' ve learned | |
They' ll say that I must be burned | |
For God has no place for heretics | |
All the things that they try to sell | |
It' s trickery straight from Hell | |
To turn it into a den of thieves | |
See these madmen peddling the wares of dead men' s souls | |
Collecting on a debt already paid so long ago | |
There' s fire in my spirit, and fire in their eyes | |
For now they' ll want to burn me alive | |
Yet freedom rings | |
Unworthiness is all I bring | |
The blood of Christ is all I claim | |
This grace revealed everything | |
That my eyes have never seen before | |
As I burst forth from the belly of the beast | |
Never fight it anymore | |
For the burden on my life has been released | |
Nail it to the door |