Every time I drive a nail into his hand
His aura disappears
Every single thorn I push into his head

The symbolism clears
The skin I open with the crack of my whip
Bleeds sincerity

The salt and vinegar I pour on his wounds
Bring serenity


Cramming centuries of lies in my brain
You've got no proof,
I've got no use for this game


The stones I vigorously throw at his face
Enable me to choose

The lance that punctures flesh and lodges in his ribs

Helps me break loose

The cave I blocked to hide your mortal remains
Was never strong enough
The more I try to kill the image of you

The more I live guilt-free

Cramming centuries of lies in my brain

You've got no proof,
I've got no use for this game


Cramming centuries of lies in my brain
You've got no proof,
I've got no use for this game


No use for this game