Testo Dogma

See the wounds that pierce my soul Dip your fingers deep inside Feel the pain that runs me through The pain that you can hide behind I am the one that bleeds for you I would never break your trust Give me more of what i need Monetary lust . . . . . . . . I've been whipped and beaten down Thorns have racked my brow Show some faith, some sympathy And sell your soul right now Work your fingers to the bone To pay off my prosthetic throne DOGMA! DOGMA! Lie can be found in beLIEf And give is the root of forGIVEness