Crucify Your Mind

Was it a huntsman or a player That made you pay the cost That now assumes relaxed positions And prostitutes your loss?

Were you tortured by your own thirst In those pleasures that you seek That made you Tom the curious That makes you James the weak?

And you claim you got something going Something you call unique But I've seen your self-pity showing As the tears rolled down your cheeks

Soon you know I'll leave you And I'll never look behind 'Cause I was born for the purpose That crucifies your mind

So con-convince your mirror As you've always done before Giving substance to shadows Giving substance ever more

And you assume you got something to offer Secrets shiny and new But how much of you is repetition That you didn't whisper to him too?