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In ruins of this truth

i slump against the wall

there was nothing here to help me

nothing to break my fall

they say you cant go with the dead but ive found they can go with you

meet me at the cross roads

and you can join us too

If every death is a step to heaven then is suicide a trap door?

would you forgive me

if i held you in my arms

Clutch close your battered body kept from heaven and all its rotten psalms

or would you rise and follow me

until I fade away

and meet me in the afterlife

On my judgement day

And if my conscience be in fits ... I won't see the stars

And if my conscience be in fits... it's black as boiling tar