Torn - Thoughts Of Christ Lyrics

Been here alone in a poor child's life,
talk and dance in our time.
Been here in life like everyone else,
then we all end up in hell.
So we feel to be free of be the desire,
to show we escape the entire fire.

Father of mine,
some other way.
Father of mine,
why must I pay?

Hour of death
coming so soon.
The blood pours
from my crown.
And I do this for you.

The blood from my thigh,
breeze in my head,
the child from the dead.

The blood from my thigh,
breeze in my head,
the child from the dead.

Thoughts of Christ.

In it is in my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, in time.

Shall I wait here for the good that I do?