Deep inside, I'm being buried alive,
My tears hide, in fear they'll collide
With the presence that I witness,
Too much glory for my eyes.
Ohh I would scratch them out if I wasn't a temple.
I'd snip off my tongue if it was so simple.
If only these things could be solved being Scripturally nimble.
My flesh burns for crucifixion,
My heart yearns to be rid of this addiction,
Colored in heaps of depression,
Lord, I bring forth my confession.
Label me self-righteousness,
I've had my fill of conceit,
I've purchased all the sin I want,
All the sin I need.
My spirit groans...
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