Golgotha

Golgotha

The end of the cycle

Can't see the scope for crown of thorns and guilt

Drowning in hope

Hung by the rope you held

If saving is pain and ruin is shame

Imagine a god who wants more than crucifix fame

They dress the wound, they sell the song

Call it mercy to string us along

If love demands a bloody spear

Then holiness is just our tears

We built your shrines, we paid the toll

Sang of heaven, starved the soul

What kind of god teaches with pain

He stacked the deck and called it fate

You feed us stories of blood and bread

While bodies rust and children beg

A miracle shouldn't cost a life

But yours did, and we called it right

We built your shrines, we paid the toll

Sang of heaven, starved the soul

What kind of god teaches with pain

He stacked the deck and called it fate

What are we doing

Where does this end

Do we have another choice

The better one must sometimes bend

We won't be the lamb

We won't be the spear

We conquered our fear

Chains of guilt broken

Our salvation is here

Are you the Crux

Or just the test

With eyes sewn shut

The past now laid to rest

If we are the father

Can we do better

Then maybe our child won't write this letter