Unaware and all alone   his faith is god and he has none         beaten down, torn apart, bleeding hands            (chorus):         Was I the first to be crucified   king of fools or king of pride   I'll be the next to be crucified                  Salvation is clawing at my back   temptation is tearing through the cracks      frustration is always bringing me back            (chorus)            Cast a light left and right   searching high and low            just to find my place   ere and dale, no avail   it's a race to the death               It's a loss of faith