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letra de imagine it - rep

yeah

[verse 1]
can you imagine it? hanging there, bleeding to death, wheezing for breath
your stomach hurts cause you got beat in the chest
you all bl–dy from your feet to your head
from the look of things you would think he’d be dead
but you’re not, cause you gotta finish the work
every second’s like a minute, every minute it hurts
you screaming in pain, “oh god”, screaming his name
“why have you forsaken me? this is the reason i came”
you cry inside but you can’t cry from your eyes
’cause your face is so swole that it’s drivin you blind
your back aches, cause pressure is applied to your spine
when you press up on your feet cause you tryin’ to climb
up the cross just to get a gasp of air
and meanwhile everybody laughs and cheers
it’s only been ten minutes but it feels like half a year
the roman soldiers grab and tear
at your clothes leaving your privates exposed, humiliated is how you die for the throne
and they witness, at the sight of your death
and they watch you, as you fightin’ for breath
every insult feels like a knife in your chest
and blood drips down your neck from the spikes in your head
the crown of thorns, somebody sound the horn cause the
curtain from the temple yo they found it torn
that means salvation’s free, he paid the fee
i once was blind, but now he made me see
i went from peewee to playing in the major leagues
the temple was destroyed in one day but raised in three

[hook]
could you walk in his shoes, drink from his cup?
he opened up his arms like “i love you this much”
could you do what he did, die so that we live
if you could then your name is jesus
could you walk in his shoes, drink from his cup?
he opened up his arms like “i love you this much”
could you do what he did, die so that we live
if you could then your name is jesus

[verse 2]
can you imagine it? gettin’ hit in the jaw
with people standing over you yelling “come on, pick up the cross!”
they take a stick and strike you over the head, over and over and over again
they beat your down, they smile when they see you frown
they spit in your face, laugh as you bleed in the ground
you try to get up but you can barely walk
so they force another man to carry your cross
you’ve been condemned, all you did is give to men
you live for them, but they would rather live for sin
you never fought back, but you get whipped again
so hard that it rips your skin
betrayed by the kiss of a friend
slain by the fists of men
on a scale of 1-5 the pain gets a 10
but you haven’t even felt that have you? felt the wrath
until you felt the cross rub against your back
thoughts of life and death are runnin’ through your mind
and splinters from the wood are runnin’ through your spine
it’s worse than any story in the new york times
they found you guilty and never even knew your crime
every woman and man is dead they stand and stare and watch as you hang like a chandelier
can you bear the nails in both your legs both your arms
even though you know they wrong?
can you imagine it? that’s why i wrote this song, you can laugh but it’s you that the joke is on

[verse 3]
they drove nails through his hands, you could see the blood squirt
now i know what they mean when they say that “love hurts”
imagine torture, only this is much worse
just the thought makes me wanna hit the ground and hug dirt
why’d he do it for me? i wouldn’ta done it for him
i’m not a righteous man, matter of fact i’m nothing but sin
i’m not clean, i’ve got dirt stuck to my skin
and it’s like i’m proud of it so i cuss and i grin!
i said “i hate you!” and he told me that he loved me
i stabbed him in his back and he turned around and hugged me
they beat him, when instead they should’ve mugged me
should’ve left me on the cross and watch the blood leak
my tongue speaks, all i do is curse and lie
that’s why i deserve to die! go to h-ll
man i should be the first to fry but they gave him the blame like he was worse than i!
worse than he! worse than she! straight up cold blooded murder in the first degree
you ain’t got to go to go to church to believe or ’cause you heard it from me
just close your eyes, think of the murderous scene

- rep

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