All

Unaware and all alone
his faith is god and he has none

beaten down, torn apart, bleeding hands

(chorus):
Was I the first to be crucified
king of fools or king of pride
I'll be the next to be crucified

Salvation is clawing at my back
temptation is tearing through the cracks

frustration is always bringing me back

(chorus)

Cast a light left and right
searching high and low

just to find my place
ere and dale, no avail
it's a race to the death

It's a loss of faith