| i made friends with the taste of my failure
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| but she left me, told all my secrets
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| now i’m left with these questions that rob me
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| of substance, of something, my value, my reason
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| i take steps to invest in my hiding
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| so don’t stop, try to act like you notice
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| if tomorrow never comes, i’ve got tears in abundance
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| i’ll sit here and water all these roses
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| it’s the season of the disciplined who’s sick of petty sin
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| with the decision to repent and be forgiven; |
| we live again
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| and severing the curses that reverses all our purposes
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| he paid every cost so it’s permanent
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| but why do i still burn in it?
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| the guilt that used to cover my position
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| when the love in him was risen, it was thrust into remission
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| it suddenly resurfaced, sin in me is working
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| perception of his grace to me was tossed, like a shuriken
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| landing on a victim, penetrating skin
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| and that’s a metaphor for all that’s festering within
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| the mindless repetition of the sinning from a distance
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| kinda makes me doubt i ever had it to begin with
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| you kept all your promises stashed in my locket |
| but i’m a criminal, and i can’t ever stop it
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| i’m just another ‘pilate (pilot),' trapped in his cockpit
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| father give me strength, give me hands of a locksmith
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| break all these lies
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| don’t listen to him
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| baby took a step and he fell down
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| yeah, he fell. |
| the force made him cry
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| daddy picked him up again, and he’s well now
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| now he smiles as he takes another try
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| the mind of a child; |
| mine is matured
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| reversed and it’s hurt, so corrupt by the world
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| he healed all my blindness, my life is returned
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| but time and again, i throw swine on them pearls
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| and through all the truth; |
| and though you are god
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| i do what i don’t, don’t do what i want
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| and then i take a fall, and then i fall again
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| and then the same ascends, squeeze the skin around my neck
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| consider him, my servant. |
| zenith of obedience
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| his mind and will is easy for my speech to keep him cleaved
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| into the plans that i have set for him: gears are set in motion
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| shim and grease machine, give to me all your devotion
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| i worked for many years to make the path below the softest |
| made the dead look beautiful enough to touch the carcass
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| there’ll be no interference, no forgiveness from your pulpit
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| especially ‘cause now my will now lives within his pulses
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| i opened up his eyes, marvelling at his identity
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| the truth that he’s a beast and all his sin is just a tendancy
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| heredity: it’s natural, it’s natural, i’ll snatch your soul
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| act like you’re an animal, ‘cause son it’s only natural
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| and don’t listen to him
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| don’t listen to him
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| my feelings contradictory, attempt to make amends
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| standing in the face on him, devil saying i’m condemned
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| it’s stupid how regret tends to make me now forget
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| how my spirit is forgiven but my flesh can’t comprehend it
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| ridiculous, i’ve fallen in this cycle of predicaments
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| that distances his wisdom and it rips apart my lineage
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| father, please forgive the fact this kid is just an idiot
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| plant me in your promises: make me like obsidian
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| and don’t listen to him
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| don’t listen to him
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| don’t listem to him
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| please listen to him |