Cringe at the sight   Weary within sorrows plight   Man's hand has scarred again   Over my wooden soul      Crucified once more   Fallen down, ugly and sore   Principality marks & chips my wooden soul      Lies, man cannot be trusted      My savior bleeds   Callused hands   With fury's need   To break my wooden soul   My wooden soul      Tear it down, this human hold   Where's the answers I'd hoped to find?   Release me from the chains that bind      Lies, man cannot be trusted      How many times must I try   I put my faith in you   Only to be let down   Faced pushed to the ground   And no one cares!!!!!!!!!!!!      Human hold takes it toll   No control, wooden soul      Lies, man cannot be trusted