Death of a Volunteer

Born for more than this
A crown of thorns or a set of horns
Mourn for the loss of every cross
Welcome chaos
Reckless and desperate for a sense of purpose
Lifespan shortened following serpents
Burn myself alive and dive head first into the hive mind
To keep myself from being a part of the heap asleep deep inside
Haunted, unwanted, and growing more exhausted
Lessons unlearned; if i don't return, don't be concerned
Ascend- plunged in and pupils pinned
Convinced- you're still alive and everything is fine
Deny- until you die, reach the end of the line
Repent- get bent or start giving a shit
Crusade a mission of misfits
Convert the sick with a drill bit
Pain thick in the air, trespassers beware
Born for more than this
A crown of thorns or a set of horns
Mourn for the loss of every cross
Grin and fucking bare it
Push me away, I can't be saved
Shame fills my veins for another day
Exorcise the demon inside
You're no sacrifice
Crusade a mission of misfits
Convert the sick with a drill bit
Pain thick in the air, trespassers beware