[L.M. Jenssen / E. Brox]      When I was down, you were up    never feeling the pain at all    When you were down, you kept shut    all the doors that made you small       Held your hand    thinking I was quite the man    to feed your soul    I couldn't see you running empty       I was digging in your sores    scarred myself inside the source    The wounds appearing with the tries    Made me feel like Jesus Christ       Some of the fears we made leave    left me thinking you heard my call    Somehow that made me believe    all the bricks in your wall would fall       Gave myself    a place upon the highest shelf    and for that sin    I'll always be condemned within       I was digging in your sores    scarred myself inside the source    The wounds appearing with the tries    Made me feel like Jesus Christ    now I pay the price