Trends In Christ.
I see it in your eyes,
I see it written all over the skies,
They said he's coming today,
God's coming today.
My faith was gone years ago,
Farther back then I thought.
When I was about twelve I discovered,
When we die we simply rot.
They told me I was wrong,
but I started a trend.
One after the other,
Their faith started to bend.
Now we're all going to hell,
It's not how we envisioned.
It's all because some bastard son,
Went through his crucifixion.
It's not hot; it's cold,
For it to be hot would be a dream.
My blood's freezing through,
It's impossible for me to scream.
My veins are cracking,
The cold doesn't ease the pain,
I heard the pop, I felt it too,
Blood jumps up, and freezes coming down,
Crimson crystal rain.
I see it written all over the skies,
They said he's coming today,
God's coming today.
My faith was gone years ago,
Farther back then I thought.
When I was about twelve I discovered,
When we die we simply rot.
They told me I was wrong,
but I started a trend.
One after the other,
Their faith started to bend.
Now we're all going to hell,
It's not how we envisioned.
It's all because some bastard son,
Went through his crucifixion.
It's not hot; it's cold,
For it to be hot would be a dream.
My blood's freezing through,
It's impossible for me to scream.
My veins are cracking,
The cold doesn't ease the pain,
I heard the pop, I felt it too,
Blood jumps up, and freezes coming down,
Crimson crystal rain.