Lift me up on high
Exalt me in humility
Nail my hands to the tree
One on each side
So that my fingers bend and touch
The steel that holds me up
As blood flows warm like ice cream
When I was a child and then congeals
Lift me up on high
Exalt me in humility
Nail my feet together
Let me hang there
With only birds and blood
And criminals for company
So that I hear the wind and jeers
Lifted up on high I hear them laugh
Lift me up on high
Exalt me in humility
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