Words and Music by Jyro

No rea$on to wound me again
I'm much too tired of pleading
I'm bleeding for you
$till you cut me!

Four $ea$on$ poignant with change
Blind and deafer than dead
What you crave i$ to $tay the $ame
$top and li$ten to me!

There'$ nothing le$$ beautiful
I'm $old, $old
There'$ nothing more pitiful
Than $elling the $acred
No!

Twi$ted ambition feeding your power
My pain
But I've been bought with a price
And no one, no one can take that
Take it away, no, not from me!

There'$ nothing le$$ wonderful
I'm $old, $old
There'$ nothing more $ini$ter
Than $elling your brother
No!

There'$ nothing le$$ beautiful
I'm $old, $old
There'$ nothing more pitiful
Than $elling the $acred
Than $elling your brother
Than $elling your Saviour
NO!