The Cross Is Suicide

Welcome to the life. We represent the trial; The dead

existence – fallen. Don’t look in our eyes. They won’t be

seen again. This is a former state – We’re Non-existence.

No one else should know. It’s not for them to say,

because we are called – The chosen few. Now you can’t

escape. But you realize you never really wanted to, and

strength fills your insides. This cross is suicide. We

are suicide. All should come and die; Not for the symbol,

but for the one who is symbolized. Our light is inside.

All else is darkness till the morning time, because the

sun will rise. This is suicide. This bloody cross, where

does it lead me? To my own demise. Where’s your secret

life? You’re gonna hide your face to be recognized. You

better recognize. And they’ll cry out “Let the mountains

hide us, and the hills fall on us”. I’ll stand tall with

the strength inside from the spirit of truth. Let the

earth swallow me whole. Hide me from the justice of the

lamb.