As Cities Burn Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged
well, i've got a will but i want yours
i've got a growing heap of crosses and burdens
i've simply lost heart to shoulder
simply no strength to lift
i've always been a man in need
'cause i keep stepping in and out of the shadow
caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is
that keeps me coming back
i want out
'cause i'm getting sick
sick from all this swerving
driver, sick from turning on you
someone show me a hole in this cycle
show me the way away and i'm coming back
the way i came
no! i've seen this place before
surely this is no place for the light of this world
oh how sweet the sound
i know it saved but is it changing a wretch like me
oh my God how sweet is the sound
i once was blind but now i just look away
my bride, i don't want to know what i'd be without
forgiveness brushing these adulterous lips
