LRC歌词
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[00:11.750]I saw his eyes after they bound him
[00:19.180]I saw the blood drops on the courtyard
[00:26.980]The highest priests and men of the law
[00:33.100]Began to call forth the false witnesses
[00:52.180]They questioned him
[00:55.720]He gave no answer
[00:59.130]Could he not see these men could free him
[01:06.040]They struck his face
[01:08.990]No
[01:09.600]That's too poetic
[01:13.040]They punched him till their fringes were covered in blood
[01:17.080]Prophecy
[01:17.740]Prophecy
[01:19.490]My stomach turned to rot
[01:30.030]Why didn't he stay down
[01:31.660]Why didn't he defend himself
[01:33.610]I was helpless like my sweet jesus
[01:36.820]The more they struck his face
[01:38.950]The more it seemed that he had won
[01:46.230]The morning sun
[01:49.830]The sound of roosters
[01:53.130]As jesus stared right through the government
[01:59.980]I saw his eyes amidst this pageant
[02:03.480]Not filled with fear
[02:04.810]But more like pity
[02:07.000]He spoke few words
[02:19.210]Choosing them wisely
[02:26.030]It seemed like calculated suicide
[02:37.630]The water splashed out of the basin
[02:45.480]As all the crowd converged and screamed aloud
[03:13.480]Crucify
[03:28.580]Crucify
[03:33.640]Carries his cross
[03:51.500]Falls on his face
[04:05.690]Back on his feet
[04:24.070]Dust in his wounds
[04:27.050]Dirt in his eyes
[04:30.690]The nails
[04:32.660]The nails
[04:51.390]The nails
[06:22.240]No
[06:43.140]No
[06:53.500]No
文本歌词
I saw his eyes after they bound him
I saw the blood drops on the courtyard
The highest priests and men of the law
Began to call forth the false witnesses
They questioned him
He gave no answer
Could he not see these men could free him
They struck his face
No
That's too poetic
They punched him till their fringes were covered in blood
Prophecy
Prophecy
My stomach turned to rot
Why didn't he stay down
Why didn't he defend himself
I was helpless like my sweet jesus
The more they struck his face
The more it seemed that he had won
The morning sun
The sound of roosters
As jesus stared right through the government
I saw his eyes amidst this pageant
Not filled with fear
But more like pity
He spoke few words
Choosing them wisely
It seemed like calculated suicide
The water splashed out of the basin
As all the crowd converged and screamed aloud
Crucify
Crucify
Carries his cross
Falls on his face
Back on his feet
Dust in his wounds
Dirt in his eyes
The nails
The nails
The nails
No
No
No