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