Hands up if you think you are the only one
Who's been denied, like Peter to God's only son,
But what of people who thought he would lift them up?
I guess all of us are the betrayed and the betrayer

We're all the same (insane)

Hands up if you think you are the only one
Who suffered under Pilate like God's only son,
What of the money changer at the temple gate?
I guess we are all condemned and the condemners

And over time we let go of our dreams
And our flesh turns grey,
And then the flesh turns to bone,
And then the bone turns to dust,
And then the dust blows away,
And everything we were dissipates

Hands up if you think you are the only one
Who was left upon the cross like God's only son,
But what of us all that have been left behind?
I guess we are all forsaken and the forsakers