What feeble man is tortured by madness Mocked and spat upon as trudging to a storied death Alone to suffer, crushed by your burden Symbol of failure, stained with your blood Blows raining down upon your battered form Flaying the skin and deep into the flesh Pitiful wails and the sound of cracking bone In a splash of blood, skin split wide open With every cruel lash of the whip How holy is this mutilated shape at my feet Lying in the dirt like the worthless piece of shit you are Procession of pain The bleeding never ends Like your savior of nothing, lust for perverse pain Whipped and beaten without mercy Covered in blood, beaten to a pulp In the image of your imagined salvation Procession of pain The bleeding never ends