Lost

I was born with a sin We were all born into sin And then Jesus died so that man could survive Well, we're all born with a sin I was raised up with shame Some of my friends felt the same And we prayed, and we cried, Dear God, close your eyes Well, I can't handle this shame So I bore this cross on my back The needles, they sink in my back I walked away, but the cross, it remains Always stuck on my back I was angry and lost After all, Christ had covered the cost Well if I'm such a burden that I don't deserve Him I'd rather be lost Yeah, if I'm such a burden that I don't deserve Him I'd rather be lost I'd rather be lost I'd rather be lost