Reverend?, Is this a conspiracy? Crucified for no sins; lost within my plans for life,
It all seems so unreal. I'm a man cut in half. The reverend he turned to me without a tear. Its nothing new for him; I didn't ask him why. I can remember the love we had sold our souls to sew. Now when I look to the sky I can only see your face. Left all alone, but in the back of my mind the memory still remains.