slitting your wrists
before the crucifix
you turn the other cheek
only to get struck down
they call me the dark christ
because I won't accept
what is simply handed to me
they call me the dark christ
because I am aware of a truth
taht they could never see
I am the dark christ
they call me the dark christ
I am the dark christ
they call me the dark christ
I am the dark christ
you complain about your life
of strife and pain
but act like you don't really care
It's is a long road to paradise, brother,
but there is a quicker way there.
so take the razor
so take control
and take the cowards route
I'll see you in Hell, brother,
me there, for my blasphemy,
you there, for your despair.