Lyrics Hope for Death - Debtor

Hope for Death

I’m just a worthless waste of space,
nothing goes right and it never will.
The world I built has turned to dust.
Despair and misery are all I can feel.
Who am I?
What’s the point of this life?
My groans are pouring out like water from this wretched weak and pitiful frame.
I know I have no future here,
but I will hold onto you.
When everything I worked for withers up and collapses and all my best endeavors
are worthless defeats, and all they would have gotten me anyway is empty vanity
that rots to nothing — everything I do washed away by the waves,
building sand castles with the tide coming in;
the one pure thing that lasts
is service to you;
I want to make this count.
So give me love, make me whole.
Let my time be worth something at all.
Give me love, make me whole.
Restore my hope.