That one there, what of the cost?
He said to me, These men are lost.
Who can save one with sin embossed
upon his heart? They'll die on the cross.
What of the father? What of the son?
What of the mother? brother? None
are worth any bother of an innocent one.
They swallow the sins they've already spun.
I'll pay whatever the cost may be.
Sir, this lot will not come free.
They are sentenced to hang upon the tree.
Then please--oh please--instead, take me.
I'll buy their sins with my shredded skin,
I'll carry the cross; I will spin
a web of hope and I will win
against the advocate of sin.