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

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