End Of The Rope-CRASHDOG

I cross my fingers, I hold my breath. I’m dying a daily death. I count the days on my prison wall when the Son will rise and the sky will fall. Around my neck is a tightening rope. Keep knocking my knuckles on the door of hope. Slip the knot, untie the noose, you’re the one who can cut me loose. Aching, breaking, in your hand, life ain’t easy in a fallen land. Out in the desert, dying of thirst, Christ is gonna take me, but death still hurts. [[Category:Christian_Punk]]

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