Текст песни Blood On The Dance Floor - Crucified by Your Lies

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified by your lies Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified like Jesus Christ Hi, my name is Jesus like the man that was crucified Bitches with their lies almost pushed me into suicide Call me a rapist, here's the truth, Can you take it? Or why you keep believing what these haters keep on saying I've never been convicted but the media is twisted Tryna paint me as a criminal, I guess they're just addicted The only thing they want is money, fame, and attention By making accusations, complicate the situation I know that I'm not perfect, I fuck up and make mistakes But I'm man enough to admit to it, the truth you can't erase You're getting so creative with my pictures in your photoshop Make something out of nothing with your fabricated photo op I find it's so disgusting, you waste all your time on me All of this injustice from a life filled with disease Nail me to the cross with your slander's allegations Just like Jesus Christ, I will pay for your salvation Your life is so pathetic, I'll be your choice in a celebration All your hatred has become the final source of your damnation! Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified by your lies Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified like Jesus Christ Now imagine being tortured for the rest of your life With all sympathetics try to free me all the time Plus your YouTube vids were only one side of a story Stick it in your ass with your five seconds of glory Rumors going around that I'm a crazy loose canon Well fuck it, I'll go green like the hulk and do some damage Before you go accusing me, better get your facts straight The fences I'm building when you're a victim of this hate And matter of fact, I hope you die with a fat dick in your eye Scrutinize with your lies, I won't back down, I will rise! It's all politics, waiting to get fame Defeat me and your friends, throwing them into the flames When the smoke clears, you'll be the guilty one Here's my last bullet, suck the barrel from my fucking gun I'm done, I'm over, I know I'm a righteous man I'm sick and tired of trying to make you people understand When they close my coffin and I'm holding hands with Death Just remember all I sacrificed, here's my final breath. I gave you my compassion, turn on me like an assassin Sow me with your fucking life, just like Jesus in "The Passion"! Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified by your lies Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified like Jesus Christ Well, it's not over, tell me where does it end Trial by fire, up at innocent men Persecute, Execute, binding tool, holy cross Think you got the best of me, but I'm the motherfucking boss! Call me a pedophile, all the rage is all my style All you sick twisted fucks, you should have your fucking nuts cut Shoved into your eye socket, violence is the way I love it Giving me the justice that I rightfully deserve Closing up and tapping to all that is absurd When you listen to my music, listen to it word for word Then you'll understand my meaning and my wrath will be reversed HATE! HATE! HATE! When you cannot fucking break HATE! HATE! HATE! Cause I got what it takes HATE! HATE! HATE! All the music that I make Jealousy's my bitch, and I fucked her in her face! HOW DO I TASTE!? Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Crucified like Jesus Christ
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