| I want to feel life leave these hands
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| Convinced I should not exist without worth as a man
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| A failure I have been cast
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| My identity is a vacant mask
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| Been hiding this for years, so here’s my final act
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| The nails in Your wrist cut the blades from mine
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| God, I tried
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| I’m blinded on a midnight drive
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| I’m dying for Your light
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| I’m in a head-on collision
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| Burned past all recognition
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| Breathing in smoke and dust
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| Taste the dirt, fuel, and blood
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| This reoccurring condition
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| Drives me to it over and over and over
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| I’m piling up the wreckage
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| Is this the only way to end it?
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| I need a miracle!
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| God, You get more lost with every suicidal thought
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| I’m stranded directionless, fatally flawed
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| Where were You when they deemed me worthless?
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| Where are You when I’m struck by serpents
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| When depression breaks the surface
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| When I’m cold, when I’m lying unconscious?
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| Heart struggling to hear it’s calling
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| Heart struggling to hear it’s calling
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| I’m blinded on a midnight drive
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| I’m dying for Your light
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| I’m in a head-on collision
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| Burned past all recognition
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| Breathing in smoke and dust
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| Taste the dirt, fuel, and blood
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| This reoccurring condition
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| Drives me to it over and over and over
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| I’m piling up the wreckage
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| Is this the only way to end it?
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| I need a miracle!
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| If You love as you say You love
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| Then give me something that’s tangible
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| If You say You’re always in control
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| Then stop my hand and pull the gun from my throat
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| Salvage my soul
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| Reclaim this life or I swear I’ll end it myself
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| I’m in a head-on collision
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| Burned past all recognition
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| Breathing in smoke and dust
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| Taste the dirt, fuel, and blood
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| This reoccurring condition
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| Drives me to it over and over and over
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| I’m piling up the wreckage
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| Is this the only way to end it?
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| I’m piling up the wreckage
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| Is this the only way to end it?
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| I need a miracle! |