I lived twice after my suicide
In the future or the past, I could not decide,
which one I hate the most
My body becomes both sacramental and host
Was once the son of god,
Yet was still unemployed
Offered up salvation,
surrender to the void
Perspectives crushed
I might be living in two places at once
(Cross these world, could self-destruct)
So am I sleeping on a floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tales! Crossed!
Tales! Crossed!
Am I sleeping on a floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tales! Cross!
Tales! Cross!
(No success) I survived my attempt at suicide
I could not die no matter how hard I tried
So I was found my lungs filled with gas,
face down on the ground
They put me in a hospital,
and they said I need to rest
After all my father knows best
All I can say
Is the same thing day after day
Am I sleeping on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Am I sleeping on a floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Am I sleeping on a floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tales! Crossed!
Tales! Crossed!
Tales! Crossed!
Tales! Crossed!
So self destructive
So self destructive