perfect, i can’t quite seem to add up to your means of
being holy. do you still see me when i curse, backbite,
try to run and hide? say i’m something that i’m not,
fooling everyone. hypocrite, take it in, you’re dead
before my eyes. perfect, you faker, i see who you are,
you cannot hide.
is there no sympathy? my lips are quick to speak. in
selfishness i do what i want until the end. blinded, my
way i can’t see, my way is right to me, in the end, my
way is death.
my way wretched, my way misled, taste the poison i am
i need your sympathy, my wretched self deserves nothing.
teach me your ways, be my everything, you will see the
death of me. my way is not what i want, body shaking,
sick to the core. a hypocrite deserving of death, do you
see how wretched i am?
are you like me? are you filthy? sin in the blood? guilty
like the rest of us? selfish we are looking out for one,
if i say i’m blameless i’m deceiving myself. i am
wretched, i am misled, i need your grace, will you take
this from me?