Thread - The Crucified

Started off as little, but look

How it’s grown…

You were so carefree in your sin

Now you reap the seeds you’ve sown

You thought you had control

But who’s controlling who?

Your life is like a vice

Closing in on you

Bottles then the needles

As you watch your loved ones die

You’re slowly sliding down a pit

Screaming as you slide…

You lie awake, at night it’s damp

It’s cold

You’re looking back at the

Seeds you’ve sown

It’s hard to sleep when there’s

Fire in your head

What can you do?

When your life is hanging

By a thread

Nightmares leave you screaming

So real, but who can tell?

Nausea, the sickened state

Your life’s a living hell

Swimming in your vomit

It’s the same thing everyday

Your life is just a cancer

That slowly eats away

Lying on the floor

With your head between

Your knees, realization hits

With crushing force

Your world can’t fill your needs

On that floor Christ appears

Saying simply: «come to me»