Behold the man who bears the wounds of the world upon his back
Behold the man bound and tied, robed in violet and innocent
Behold the man, the man of sorrows, a blameless victim of an unjust trial
Behold the man I'd like to be
Behold the man crowned in hate, thorns and brambles upon his head
Behold the man, worn and weary, scourged and whipped for our sake
Behold the man, the man of sorrows, a blameless victim of an unjust trial
Behold the man I'd like to be
Behold the man, the man of sorrows, a blameless victim of an unjust trial
Behold the man I'd like to be
Behold the man I'd like to be