The Murder Squad - Impaled lyrics

an*lly impaled on a ten foot pole Raised to the skies as a trophy Praing for my blessed d**h Pain tears my ravaged body Vultures gather to hack out my eyes Mind is fading as my body dies I am the an*l Christ Hanging limp and close to d**h Inhaling my last pained breath Vision fades from red to black As someone nibbles my ball sack Humiliated and no manly pride Father why has thou a** f**ed me I am the an*l Christ