Crucify Your Mind lyrics

Was it a huntsman or a player

that made you pay the cost?

That now assumes relaxed positions,

and prostitutes your loss?

Were you tortured by your own thirst

in those pleasures that you seek,

that made you Tom the curious,

yhat makes you James the weak?

And you claim you got something going,

something you call unique,

but I've seen your self-pity showing

as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

Soon you know I'll leave you

and I'll never look behind,

'cause I was born for the purpose

that crucifies your mind.

So con, convince your mirror

as you've always done before.

Giving substance to shadows,

giving substance ever more.

And you assume you got something to offer,

secrets shiny and new.

But how much of you is repetition

that you didn't whisper to him too?