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