Bleed me until there's nothing left
Pain is such a pretty privilege
I am the imitation; limitations burden all that I
Am
Yeah
Are you crying for your suffering
Bleed
Do you fear the taste of pain
Yes
Do you see your own cross on the ground, so pick it up
There is nothing left for me to find
I've seen your struggles and you're doing just fine
I think it's time you tasted real pain
Pick up your cross, and proclaim His name
This is my daily suicide
We're not alive until we're crucified
It's not enough recognize your sin
We kill ourselves, and then we're born again
I was never made for pleasure, I was made for pain
Give up your comfort and bathe in this suffering
No child wishes for a weak father, (get up, get up)
No parent's proud of a weak son, (pick up your cross)
Bleed
Apathy to my own well-being
Beat me down, till I can't feel anything
There's nothing left of who I used to be
I found new life, in my misery
Bleed
This is my daily suicide
We're not alive until we're crucified
It's not enough recognize your sin
We kill ourselves, and then we're born again
I was never made for pleasure, I was made for pain
Give up your comfort and bathe in this suffering
No child wishes for a weak father, (get up, get up)
No parent's proud of a weak son, (pick up your cross)