Of Priest And Pretenders

Pretending, Oh pretending!

I'm the king of pretending that I love being the king of me.

Oh my hollow heart what is this all worth?

What am I really worth?

What am I?

Because I've betrayed myself to many times,

Selling myself to the things I want,

Too cheap, And too fast.

to the things that make me numb!

It's pitiful I'm the slave of my eyes!

This king that's me feels unfamiliar

though I know it's bitter taste oh so well.

Because I've betrayed myself to many times,

Selling myself to the things I want

Too cheap, And too fast.

But God if you say that we're all your beloved,

loved through our sin and shame,

then who am I to say you can't?

That I'm not worthy when you died to set me free.

Because I've betrayed myself to many times,

Selling myself to the things I want,

Too cheap, And too fast.

And my only way out is to know

my freedom is having you as my king.