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I lived twice after my suicide |
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In the future or the past, I could not decide |
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Which one I hate the most |
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My body has become a sacramental host |
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When you're once the son of god and you're still unemployed |
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Offered up salvation, surrender to the void |
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Perspectives crushed |
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I might be living in two places at once |
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Cross these world, it's self-destructive |
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So am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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No subside, I attempted suicide |
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I could not die, no matter how hard I tried |
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So I was bored |
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I wanted to die, so I spilled out on the ground |
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They put me in a hospital, they said I need to rest |
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After all, now father knows best for all |
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I can't say |
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Tales speak day after day |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Am I sleeping on a floor or am I nailed to a cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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Tales, cross, tales, cross |
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(Self-destructive) |
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(So self-destructive) |
