Stations Of The Cross

To be condemned to death and forced to carry the cross Mocked as he fell Kiss his mother goodbye, it's nothing but a lie A fable to sell Stories told to appeal to the servants, slaves, and pawns To be stripped of his clothes, crucified and die The lamentation To be laid in a tomb, and face his foreseen doom The way of sorrows ends Stories told to appeal to the servants, slaves, and pawns To invoke your empathy, this vile death of god What kind of god would plea for sympathy and leave us all to die alone? No god of mine, the meek are blind to see, their father's never coming home What kind of god? No god of mine