White Crosses

How did we end up here

Is this what we'd hoped for

Where do we go now

Or have we gone too far

Am I still vulnerable

Behind all these words

Or just more vocal

That I'm a failure

As it burned in my skin

I started to like it

With the blood amongst the spit

As I coughed it up again

And just around the bend

There's a memory of life

To reflect on better times

Before we let it die

All that remains

Are white crosses on the road

Burned at the bridge

With a cross to bare alone

All that remains

Are white crosses on the road

Burned at the bridge

With a cross to bare alone

I still wanna go

To hell alone

I still want to feel

Vulnerable

It still may sting

As it burns in me

What may come, is suffering

I still carry these demons

This devil on my back

Try to drown my sorrows

In this shadow that I cast

I wrote down confessions

In a language you can't read

Tangled tongues and scriptures

For everyone to see

All that remains

Are white crosses on the road

Burned at the bridge

With a cross to bare alone

I still wanna go

To hell alone

I still want to feel

Vulnerable

It still may sting

As it burns in me

What may come, is suffering