Is It Too Late?

I once thought that suicide was the object of my desire
but I see a kid with his head blown off and my mind is engulfed in fire
and I don't wanna lose control but the anchor of my soul
is slipping away
so baby don't let go, I'm permeated with cold
just tell me it's gonna be okay

oh my God, I'm afraid
just tell me...is it too late?

a child of God is hung on the crossroads of life and the flesh
and you'll always know that it's death when you breathe the last bit of air that's left
and I know the dead will be raised but that steely gaze
cuts right through my face
and they aren't even fazed those that suppose they're saved
when they haven't even had a taste

oh my God, I'm afraid
just tell me...is it too late?

a little boy that's in his bed is covered by a watership down
with the rabbit eyes gouged out as they suffocate underground
but when the spectre that flies turns to black face and red eyes
all creation hides in haste
and the earth flees away in fright, heaven is blanketed in night
until existance has no place

oh my God, I'm afraid
just tell me...is it too late?