Sons Doubt
Meet me in the corner of the parking lot. I don't care if you need to; I don't care if you want to or not. Find me
Close to dying there, right in my chair. I don't care where you take me as long as I don't have to be there
You're the closest thing to mercy that I've ever seen. Barely breathing, but I'm listening while your voice, it
Starts to put me to sleep. Chariots of fire coming down from the sky. What have I done? Heaven and Hell are
Surely gonna collide. And I know, shallow hearts thrill me. God bless my soul for the graves that I'm digging
This door is locked and don't you forget it. I'm waiting to get in. I'll find the keeper of the heavy-hearted men
The hands of doubt will crush us with the hands of sin. Come Emmanuel
