| Original Song: I wasn't Born with a Crown of Thorns
by Samuel Richardson
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| I wasn't born with a crown of thorns.
You put one round my head.
Black, nylon thread.
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| Four years old and already made a christ:
an idiot's sacrifice.
Oh, you're so wise. |
| I'm just another victim
of your insane religions,
and inhumane decisions,
and imprecise incisions,
it's a curse...
Why make me worse? |
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I wasn't born all ripped and torn,
but you cut me anyway.
The scar is here to stay.
Four years old and already made a christ:
and idiot's sacrifice.
Oh, you're so wise. |
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I'm just another victim
of your insane religions
and inhumane decisions
and imprecise incisions.
It's a curse.
Why make me worse? |
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But I'm a blessed restorer,
I give myself life.
They gave me the scars
and they gave me the strife.
But in the end I'll have lived a life
as the son of a gun,
not a knife
Lost boy in a grown man's dream.
Didn't choose this prop.
Didn't get the scene.
The passion play doesn't move at all.
Everyday I see it all. |