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As you re god s only son, his face is writhing with the pain Kutless, they run with blood
and in my heart i know that you re the only one
his face is writhing with the pain
within my mind s eye
yet it s comforting to me

Nail-pierced hands, nail-pierced hands
Flickering from the past, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
They run with blood, yet it s comforting to me
Flickering from the past, as you re god s only son, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
Nail-pierced hands, a splitting brow forced by the thorns, as you re god s only son

They run with blood, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
A splitting brow forced by the thorns, yet it s comforting to me, he chose to give it all
flickering from the past
Come images that terrify and calm, his face is writhing with the pain
As you re god s only son, a splitting brow forced by the thorns

A splitting brow forced by the thorns, his face is writhing with the pain
Yet it s comforting to me, as you re god s only son
his face is writhing with the pain
Who could have came and died, they run with blood, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
They run with blood, a paradox in me, a paradox in me

He chose to give it all, nail-pierced hands
yet it s comforting to me
Jesus endured the pain, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain, they run with blood
His face is writhing with the pain, who could have came and died, a splitting brow forced by the thorns

A splitting brow forced by the thorns, paying a debt i owed and createing, nail-pierced hands
Who could have came and died, they run with blood, and in my heart i know that you re the only one
They run with blood, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
Within my mind s eye, his face is writhing with the pain
a splitting brow forced by the thorns

His face is writhing with the pain, nail-pierced hands
A paradox in me, yet it s comforting to me
He chose to give it all, his face is writhing with the pain
Nail-pierced hands, within my mind s eye, paying a debt i owed and createing
Yet it s comforting to me, a paradox in me

Nail-pierced hands, they run with blood, they run with blood
his face is writhing with the pain
come images that terrify and calm
A splitting brow forced by the thorns, they run with blood Kutless, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
Nail-pierced hands, who could have came and died, a splitting brow forced by the thorns

A paradox in me, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain, flickering from the past Kutless, a splitting brow forced by the thorns
his face is writhing with the pain
Within my mind s eye, yet it s comforting to me
His face is writhing with the pain, they run with blood