Texty: Few Left Standing. Contemplating Spiritual Suicide.

Sin speaks a dead language, that means nothing to you
It can't tell you how to live
Instincts tell us freedom is doing as we wish
Give yourself to sin and it's your last free act

Do you call that free life? What do you get out of it?
Nothing to be proud of, this is where death becomes life
A denial to yourself, a rebirth from above

Put an end to old life, you must die to yourself
No longer constricted, God's seed is deep within

Reborn brand new life, breathe freedom
Break these chains, don't take this suicide for granted
To live is Christ, and die is gain
To die is gain