I’m a breaking man, so unsure of myself, what is it I have to do?
I try to please you, full fill your tasks, yet you inform me my time is through
Please don’t do this, reverse your plans, and remove your poison filled cup
You’d like me to drink it? As my life is a time bomb, my hours are almost up
My inspiration has vanished into thin air, my ideas are completely diminished
Are you washing your hands of me God, are our missions finished?
My people will betray me, stab my back, and nail me to their tree
If I follow your plan, fall to my knees and obey what you ask of me
Will I see it, will I see my reward if I play your cursed game and die?
Your ideas are vague; you know the dates but cannot tell me why
I hang at the end of my frayed tether as I have no option but to agree
I’ll let the Romans destroy my soul and make a martyr of me