Here in the Throat

I need him

To wash me of my sin

To take me from this place

To heal me of my wounds

I need him

To clean your mark off me

To wipe you from my eyes

To strike you from my heart

I need him

I know, not what, I do or say

But I, do what, I say and believe

You need him

To take you from this place

To heal you from your wounds

You need him

To clean my mark off you

To wipe me from your eyes

To strike me from your heart

You need him

You are, nothing to me, anymore

I hope, I mean, nothing to you

I want a place to hide, somewhere far from your side

There is no stopping you, there's nothing you won't do

You're killing for your God, the stench that you

have trod

The world is black to you, until you slay me too

I'm wasted under you, I meant nothing at all

Thank God I wasted you, no longer will I fall

I will live again

your grasp on me has gone

your downfall and your end

At last my peace has come

Before I end let me tell you

Never lay down for anyone at all