The Killer In Me

How do You see me through Your eyes Are You ashamed of me They say You suffered on the cross And paid my penalty Circumstances, second chances I live my life on repeat If You re the God that they say You are Can Your hand reach me In a time of my emptiness Through the faults of my wickedness For the lack of my gratefulness Can You make it stop I saw You suffer on the cross that night As I laughed and mocked the sight I saw the flesh ripped from Your back I joined the masses with a heart so black Was the weeping and the grieving Intended for me I am a killer of the innocent A growing plague, a pestilence I am the thorn that chokes the seed The spiteful crown that made You bleed When the ground consumes this waste Remember me in the holy place I saw You suffer on the cross that night As I laughed and mocked the sight I saw the flesh ripped from Your back I joined the masses with a heart so black