I lived twice after my suicidenIn the future or the past, I could not decide,nwhich one I hate the mostnMy body becomes both sacramental and hostnnWas once the son of god,nYet was still unemployednOffered up salvation, nsurrender to the voidnPerspectives crushednI might be living in two places at oncennn(Cross these world, could self-destruct)nnnSo am I sleeping on a floor,nor am I nailed to a crossnTales! Crossed!nTales! Crossed!nnAm I sleeping on a floor,nor am I nailed to a crossnTales! Cross!nTales! Cross!nnn(No success) I survived my attempt at suicidenI could not die no matter how hard I triednSo I was found my lungs filled with gas,nface down on the groundnThey put me in a hospital,nand they said I need to restnAfter all my father knows bestnAll I can saynIs the same thing day after daynnAm I sleeping on the floor,nor am I nailed to a crossnnAm I sleeping on a floor,nor am I nailed to a crossnnAm I sleeping on a floor,nor am I nailed to a crossnTales! Crossed!nTales! Crossed!nnTales! Crossed!nTales! Crossed!nnSo self destructivenSo self destructive