The Crucified - Thread

Started off as little, but look at how it's grown
Were so carefree in your sin, now you reap the seeds you've sown
Thought you had control, but who's controlling who?
Life is like a vice, and it's closing in on you
Bottles, then the needles as you watch your loved ones die
Slowly sliding down a pit, screaming as you slide
Walls fall down, crushing in
A result of your sin

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's like 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"

"In the midst of your sin, come to Me"