Why do all these changes Never really matter When nailed upon all I have lost Why do I dream But never seem to escape The barking of the dogs beneath the cross Where is this soul searching And how much silver Did you say the crucifixion party cost Will there be music Or should I beg the heavens to quiet The barking of the dogs beneath the cross Among the faithful few Are whispers thin with grief Among the hungry dogs Are barks that will not cease As the final nail is driven Into faith we cannot spare We wrap our blood stained hands Around one more cross to bear When did I learn To hate them oh so deeply These money changers in this high rise temple of moss Will I twist within the darkness My blood dancing to the rhythm Of the barking of the dogs beneath the cross Where are the fallen prayers Of those forsaken inside an evening This black storm is set to roll and toss Will three days be enough time To cast aside the echoes Of the barking of the dogs beneath the cross