Failures of longing
Untold dreams
Written in this chamber
Wall
Darkened blood
Runs through my fingers
Twelve cold drops
Escape from my eyes
An empty cross awaits me
Even before I was born
An empty cross awaits me
Even before I was born
I carry your faults
I'm nailed to your cross
Fourteen thorns
On my brow
There is no one
At my tomb's door