God, You make me weak, weak at my knees.
I lay open on a table strapped with no limbs, I gave my all to You, God.
On this platform I stand with a heart unbroken, saved for You, fixed, repaired, the lot!.
I stand in awe of Your pouring blood,
It fills my soul with love, all I have is for You to own. I Know.
You are my God and I will never stop worshipping You.
You saved me from myself, because I am my own enemy.
I hurt myself without even knowing it, but You,
You saved my heart instead of letting me tear it apart.
I know You will never hurt me, You are my God.
I will never fall, You are my God
You saved me, so I exalt Thee.
I will stand and shout against your gods
As with every physical touch they fall apart
But yet my God can touch my heart
With me staying my wanted archetype.
Haemorrhage to the scars as the nights fly by
And we refuse to accept our perfect Father's reality just given at no price.
It's more than just a dream, it's a nightmare that will never end
So choose your fate or your everlasting life.
RUN! God save me from the love of this world that no longer knows
SCARS! They erode into my flesh, digging deeper the ones that lie beneath.
All this open-minded thinking has led them to nothing,
All they've ever achieved was their DEADWISH.