Michael Patrick Kelly New Spirit
Take on all the crimes I have committed
Take on all the crimes, I now admit it
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, You take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come remove the heart of stone from my body
Come remove the mask, it made me so ugly
(And) burn the page that caught me in the wrong story
Oh, You take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
Tear out all the lies and thoughts that haunt me
Tear down all the walls they built to stop me
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, You take no pleasure in the death of anyone
Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
