He sat by the Christmas tree, looked at stars wishfully, And prayed to God to make this disease history If he could, he wished he would, tired of wearing itchy hoods And hats that made him feel out of place like some kitschy wood Cabinets painted white in Richie Rich’s kitchen would The thought was so refreshing, so blissfully good That he got up off his laurels and he blissfully stood And he shuffled ‘cross the living room floor like Ickey Woods And then he prayed to God for a tiny glimpse of what health is And thanked God for his family and all that they dealt with And thanked God for the doctors and the nurses who help kids And for all of the selfless who give help to the helpless He fell asleep by the Christmas tree, and dreamed dreams that he could go One solitary day without wondering wistfully “Why this life of misery? Why not him, why is it me? How many days until the Grim Reaper visits me?” CHORUS: This is for those of us who’ve gone broke, those of us beyond hope We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope God help us go on, God help us all cope The boy was beyond hope, but the dawn broke and spawned hope He woke up Christmas Eve and he wrote Santa a long note, The note said, “Dear Santa, I don’t have a wish list, But if you’re not too busy now, this is what I want for Christmas: Peace for my family, some friends who understand me, And if it’s not too much to ask, the strength to be all that I can be These days and these nights, they're just a blur to me And I’m tired and I’m weak and this treatment is hurting me” He sealed the letter with a sticker which reflected his maturity Then he thought back six months to his birthday on June 9th Missing out on birthday parties, presents, balloons, kites The hospital room's white, hacking up blood, Gesundheit From morning to moonlight, becoming too much to bear Only seven years old and he’s losing his hair The TV’s losing its flair, he glares at Finding Nemo sterilely Preparing for another grueling day of chemotherapy CHORUS: This is for those of us who’ve gone broke, those of us beyond hope We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope God help us go on, God help us all cope It was date night with Grandma, so the boy packed his suitcase With an extra set of clothes and his favorite kind of toothpaste Getting ready for the fruitcake and the classic Christmas cartoons Meanwhile across town an old man at the bar croons For Mom and Dad and their friends at a benefit dinner And Mom and Dad wonder what kind of sick twisted sinner Is the unlucky winner of this awful lot in life With no option to turn back like Lot and his wife The stress and the strife, they continue to stay there Feeling life’s just a game and sometimes God doesn’t play fair The hospital bills and the pills and the stray hairs On the couches at home and the carpets at daycare The pamphlets on facts of cancer, the lack of answers The dinners with bad drinks, bad jazz and hapless dancers The total strangers and the crooners and waiters Are all saying “things are bound to get better sooner or later” When they don’t really know that and they can’t guarantee it Tired of praying for peace when they feel like they won’t ever see it Tired of feeling defeated, unwanted and unneeded After all the good things they’ve done in life they feel cheated Their lives went from best to worst, from blessed to cursed Maybe things will improve, but maybe there’s a lesson first That no one is good, not even one, You can search the whole earth, we’re all cursed as Eden’s sons ALTERNATE CHORUS: But praise God, when all of us were beyond hope That’s when the dawn broke and the sunrise spawned hope For those of us who’d gone broke, those of us beyond hope We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope God helped us go on, God helped us all cope When all was lost, and we all were beyond hope, That’s when the dawn broke and the sunrise spawned hope

Lash out at the passers-by, make no attempt to pacify With the lost sheep outside the carefully crafted lines Of your church, maybe they didn't like the pasture's size Or the shepherd and how his ultimate pastor's prize Is weekly attendance, keeping track of who patronized And finding new ways to make sure you're surpassin' highs Social media's where he wants you to cast your eyes Get on facebook, it's time to update your status, guys Get on twitter too, and make sure to get the hashtags right iPhone on vibrate, keep track of the fast replies Week after week, cashin' in on the sacrifice The holy house of God is the perfect place to advertise Starbucks in the foyer, a little extra cash is nice That's totally Biblical, I think I just read that last night 12th verse, 21st chapter of Matthew, right? CHORUS: A house divided against itself cannot stand Neither can a house with a foundation of sand The world hates the church, and we can't really blame them Cause we're not even being the church, can I get an "amen"? Why do we worry about whether or not we're being fed? We need to be worried about our lack of unity instead We're so focused on getting what we think we deserve We forget that we're here to serve, not to be served We've become nothing more than a loose-lipped sick culture Who finds our identity in a crucifix sculpture Bumper stickers, lame t-shirts, and expensive mints Hypocritically inscriptive with the words "repent for sins" A t-shirt of Jesus that's rippin' off Reese's Won't ever make a single unbeliever believe us It'll just prolong the stereotype that Christians are lame And honestly, the negative attention's a drain Our mission's been stained by division and blame But that doesn't mean that the mission has changed Our primary goal should still be lifting his name So be thou our vision cause our vision has waned CHORUS Like clockwork, this awkwardness has run cyclical The house has divided itself, that's unbiblical A sick and twisted demented abomination We're so incompatible we invented denominations Look at the list, who can keep track of all those? Who follows Paul and who follows Apollos? How in God's name can we expect to reach others If we can't even see eye to eye with each other? Trying to be bigger than the next guy, we're trippin' on stilts Drippin' with guilt, why are we still sippin' on milk? Church isn't Taco Bell, don't keep the meat a mystery It also isn't Firefox, we can't delete our history Let's learn from our mistakes, I beg and plead you'll chisel me Into a new creation till the transformation is complete We've had an ugly past, pushed unity to the side And forgotten the simple truth that we are the bride And the bonds the bride forges will make her a better her Unbeatable like Schwarzenegger in Predator Some people grew up in church and felt victimized Some people grew up in church and felt hypnotized Does that mean that we have to conclude that the Scriptures lied? Or is it simply that some churches didn't get the mission right? It was never about us, that's the point we've been missin', guys Let's take the focus off ourselves and worship the risen Christ

We're disastrous messes and the masses address this By asking pastors to bless us weekly after the message There's a deep-rooted problem, we haven't captured the essence We're already full but still we're askin' for seconds And after the seconds we'll come back and be reckless The war's already here but we haven't fashioned the weapons We're just dust in the wind and we're frustrated when We fall so much we feel we can't be trusted again So we use grace as a clutch as we continue to plummet To back alleys and valleys, how'd we fall from the summit? We can recognize the problem, but we never learn from it If you can't beat the problem, pretty soon you'll become it We're evil and vile men getting played like a violin Resorting to violence and contorted defiled sins Substance vs. style - in this culture, style wins But when that bell tolls, brother, you better be dialed in CHORUS: We're losing the race and abusing his grace With the self-centered routes that we're choosing to take Ignoring clues in the wake of bruises and scrapes The excuse that we make: It's just human mistakes (2x) (Heath McNease) I ain't swappin' 16s, I'm fighting for my life I'm 23rd Psalmin' with this Bible and this knife I'm quoting "lamp unto my feet and light unto my path" But the knife is hoping Heath will plant it right against the tracks 3 AM and hurtin', reading C.H. Spurgeon Oughta give perspective knowing he a saint but he ain't perfect Neither was Clive Staples, Neither was Os Chambers, Utmost for his highest couldn't hide us from my God's anger Now this fifth of Jack's freaking got me on one Jimmy Swaggert's on the tube, I'm hugged up to my shotgun Thinkin' I should swallow that barrel and blow a barn door Out the back of my pathetic head cause what's a heart for? A weigh station for mistakes I can't erase A safe haven for the thoughts that make me harder to embrace A scarlet letter on my chest I got cause I'm insane At least that's what they told tell me when I walked into their place CHORUS We're vague and even ignorant, plagued by this addictiveness Or maybe even worse, we're plagued by our indifferences We know he's infinite, we act as if he's insignificant Refusing to let ourselves be shaped into his instruments Basically we're modern-day Adams and Eves Adamantly denying faults and saying "That wasn't me" Convicted in shame but we're shifting the blame And we try to run and hide when he mentions our name We're messes of men but he'll bless us again And again with his grace that covers stresses and sins Thinking "No way I could ever be as wretched as him" We've got pride deep within us like tattoos etched in skin When we let that pride go, that's the meaning of sacrifice When it feels like we've already lost, we'll come back to fight Based on what we believe, and not what we feel And based not on the wounds, but the fact that we'll heal CHORUS

Your sole purpose in life appears to be judging others Always trying to pick fights, on the prowl for curmudgeon lovers That’s some awfully thin ice you appear to be trudging, brother It’s not your job to interpret what the Bible does and doesn’t cover King Kulture, Beautiful Eulogy, beautiful music Look at the youtube hits, nobody gives their two cents About Theory’s talent, how he chooses to use it Check all the new comments from the new twits who view it Nobody wants to lose this debate: cigar or chewstick? And these grandiose debates are overshadowing the music Ironic title time: Lecrae’s Live and Let Live Now we’ve got another great debate: sieve and let sieve Like it’s your job to separate the sheep from the goats Like a goat has no business making beats that are dope I could understand if the artist came out with a new joint With a conflict of interests, morals, and viewpoints But your ideas are unfounded, untrue, incomplete Cause all Lecrae did was have a guy make him a beat For the people’s enjoyment, but you’ve gotta destroy it Don't you people understand this is his line of employment? Have you never worked with someone who wasn’t the same as you? Are we judged differently if we’re believers but we’re famous too? Keep your eyes peeled, in every youtube video evil lurks It’s the perfect place to judge a man’s faith by his works (Nomis) It's quickly getting serious, increasing of the eeriness These kids ain't hearing this, they get their answers from what Siri gives My heritage brings pride I rep'd Oceanside with both hands but you mistook it for a Pyramid Deer in the headlights, spearing it dead right there You can hear but you don't listen, so you kick 'em out of fear And rip 'em out a rear, a whole new one With no regard for what my crew done, our community's improving, son Im studying the greats while you be learning "Jig" A Christian Battle Rapping up in clubs like I was Jurny Big If I burn a cig, you go inferno and you turn your wig And think that I'll be burning for eternal But if you only knew about your favorite rapper And what he do after the show ends, you'd think he was an actor And I ain't saying they ain't spitting booth truth I'm saying they don't speak about what keeps them out of youth group Shut the world off, let’s start a secret society Of all your qualifications, we only require three If you don’t have em yet, make sure you acquire these: A loud mouth with two sides of bigotry and piety But it’s equal opportunity: you’re pregnant with apparent twins?
That’s okay, we’re now accepting plank-eye and arrogance! This is fantastic news, tell your boys it’s all true And keep pointing the finger like you’re Moises Alou Finding someone else to blame for all of your problems Goats and Bartman in Chicago, and Babe Ruth in Boston If there were any recruits left on the horizon, you’ve lost ‘em All you do is feed immature heads like colostrum The more you stoked the fire, the issues got hotter You’re hopeless and lost, you're like a fish out of water You’re hopeless and lost, you're like a kid with no father In a huge crowd of people, and I really should not bother Telling you how you interpreted so many things that Christ said wrong How can you be so headstrong yet so dead wrong? About basic ideas like love and acceptance And not ringing your bell in the air like the Fresh Prince You’re so mesmerized, so trapped in a web of lies You’ve got a vilified look, borrowed straight from the devil’s eyes You're so full of judgment, so hostile and jaded My Christ did not preach your Christ’s gospel of hatred

I woke up one morning, got out of bed slow A real slob, lookin’ for a real job cause Dad said so But nobody wants me, like post-Brady Bledsoe Gotta get ahead so I kept bookin’ and kept lookin’ Gettin’ sick and tired of the fast food prep-cookin’ So I got up and bailed, I got jobs in sales Hoping that would be the thing that would cure all that ails Responsibility’s killing me and making me hesitant Which dishonest company do I currently represent? While you were settin’ tables we were settin’ precedents Obsessin’ with CFOs, CEOs and presidents Life’s been pleasant since I started brightening my future by fighting through the present tense Idea that money’s god and nobody can question this Families falling apart but at work we’re perfectionists We need more stability and less of this recklessness CHORUS: If you'll cry for a nickel, then you'll die for a dime I send this one out to those going out for the game Cause caps to bust just to boost your profit line Cause a diamond ain't nothin' but a rock with a name Locked in a cage of expectations, making raging declarations Of desired independence from required attendance In the places I hate, one gunshot starts the race Then contestants shoot each other right out of the gate If you ain’t first you’re last, and that’s a terrible fate Like knowing you’re next up to get buried by the mob You divorced your wife but you’re still married to the job No holds barred, you gotta get ahead in life You were a deadbeat dad, and you had to shed that dead-end wife We’re bleedin’ greed with no need for need anymore You gotta sell yourself out to get your feet in the door The product sells itself too, so put your seed in that whore And watch her lead the horde of new generations of bold minds It’s happened untold times The old blind lead the new blind to the gold mine Next time someone asks you “how’s life?” say “I sold mine” CHORUS Everything is meaningless to say the least I daydream that these plagued diseased days will cease And we’ll slay the beast, and we’ll have days of peace When we’ll realize that there’s more to life than raisin’ yeast That’s gonna make the bread that’s gonna pay the fees More importantly to buy new toys and play with these Yo, we’ve got it backwards like we’re facing east To watch the sun set on our favorite beach The whole earth is so worthless, so dull, there’s no purpose New generations fall victim to old curses Rolexes, Lexuses, mojo and gold purses Won’t get you more than slow rolls in your own hearses Focused on dollar signs, all else is stick figures Focused on now, not concerned with the big picture Lowering caskets, hiring ditch diggers We can get rich or die trying or try dying to get richer CHORUS

Nightmares bring back memories of my past life No matter how much time elapses I remember it like last night I’d trespass right into places I’d lose control Hit the glass, bruise the skull, gain the world, lose the soul Then have the nerve to ask somebody else “why are you sinful?” Like God paid my dues in full and now I’m his property Even though I’m too lazy to even try to hear him talk to me I’m a living sacrifice, but what am I offering? I’m sloppily falling into mediocrity It's locking me in, I'm becoming a mockery But I can only blame myself for the lack of mutual tightness Between us, cause I gave in even to the slightest Temptations, the slyest manipulations, no patience Ignoring octagons on the road of dissemination Excuses are useless, this continually diffuses Why do I give in, why can’t I just elude this? The truth is I can, but I just can’t seem to prove this Falling short of my capacity and having the audacity To pretend I’m man enough to do the simple things he’s asked of me My system is ailing, failing to remove the crap in me As a tapeworm makes way to my soul and feeds off of it My intentions and actions fuse into exact opposites I wanna see true, but can I see past the false? I wanna see you, but can I see past the walls? I got a knack and faculty to crack the shackles But it’s so hard to break em like a Patrick Willis tackle On my knees you’ll find me trying to tear the chains that bind me Like chronic diseases, I’m free in the name of Jesus CHORUS: 
I’m more than ready, I wanna die To my selfish self, I wanna fly Into a sky of freedom, I wonder why I keep living like this and can’t be man enough to fight this (x2) Man enough to close my eyelids And ignore the voice inside my head saying “try this” Despite this trend of apathy and its vice grips Despite the crap I see the darker the night gets I wanna be able to know for sure where the light is Cause I’m scared as hell of this carousel I’m chokin’, I’m broken, and it’s not fair to tell You otherwise, it’s not all peaches and butterflies Brothers and sisters, you might wanna shut your eyes Cause things done in dark will eventually come to light It’s a masquerade, let’s play charades, the role I’ve played A man who prayed and made himself out to be holy Fully aware that this gravity can pull me Down to earth and rip band-aids off my self-worth So it keeps bleeding Despite rebirth I keep conceding To selfishness, helpin this sinful heart to keep beating Speeding up, this dire fire of desire is heating up And burning the flock We fall time and again like babies learning to walk And “I’m only human” is a played out excuse Cause I know better by now, but it’s like my neck’s in a noose, And I can get it loose, but I can’t get rid of it, Time to flip the script, I’m sick of it, I’m a hypocrite I can say I love you all I want but I can’t prove it Until I consciously grab hold of this noose and remove it And take my cross and carry it, and take myself and bury it Cause there’s no way in hell I’ll be the next Judas Iscariot CHORUS

Lael Olivia – my beautiful first born daughter I promise to always quench your thirst for a father To fulfill all your needs, and to always be there for you To stay faithful to your mother, and to always prepare for you A home of stability, grounded in faith and a will to be A family that serves God, both lovingly and willingly To cherish all the simple things in life that we take for granted Like how you’re so polite when you ask me to make a sandwich 
And your limitless energy, how it’s always refillable How you pronounce all your words with one extra little syllable You invite me to your room for a tea party or a picnic Or to sit down on the floor by your bedside and read you Thidwick The Big-Hearted Moose or The Sneetches by Dr. Seuss Or that look of concern on your face when your tooth is loose How you ask if you can cuddle with your stuffed giraffe or your baby sheep And how you rub your eyes and yawn when I rock you to sleep CHORUS: A real man, a father, there's a moment in time When you realize that you've grown up, and that moment was mine Ever since you were one you called your stuffed animals “creatures” Ever since you were two you said you wanted to be a teacher You’d play school in your bedroom, make up names for the students Imagination running wild everywhere that you went Staring at the TV, mesmerized and tired looks Not even old enough to read, you memorized entire books You’d wake up in the morning, legs rolled up on your PJ pants Watch Yo Gabba Gabba, dance with Brobee and DJ Lance Center of attention, you’re the center of each day’s plans The center of my entire life, you made me a man A real man, a father, there’s a moment in time When you realize that you’ve grown up, and that moment was mine When they took your mom to surgery and said that I had to stay Alone in the other room, feeling helpless, I had to pray And that gut-wrenching, powerless, helpless feeling was the worst Torn from my wife and my soon-to-be first born CHORUS I went through more emotions in that one single night Than I collectively did in the first 26 years of my life Out of nowhere, they say we need an emergency c-section Utter chaos, we’ve gotta move with urgency, 3 seconds Ago, I was so excited about being a dad-to-be Now I’m trying to comfort my miserable wife in her agony Trying to be the strong, supportive husband that I had to be Trying to stay calm in the storm under clouds of tragedy How do you comfort a woman, when you’ve never even been there? What if I said “it’s okay” and it wasn’t, that wouldn’t have been fair Tears rolling down, I’ve got my head in my palms Feeling desperate and alone, I started reading the Psalms I learned that even in the midst of disastrous under-planning Even in the midst of backstabbing and under-handing Even in the midst of suddenly-torn-asunder families We can take solace in the fact that God’s peace passes understanding

A concept partially or fully missed, the longevity of holiness Has transferred from our backbone to our backburner Old concepts are only exciting to new learners Head turners to them, but we don’t even notice We just sit around and try to figure out what the cheat code is Like this is our precious time and he doesn’t deserve this We’ve lost sight of our purpose and lost sight of his purchase And we’ve heard this and that, yet it still never sinks in The bar’s replaced the church as the highlight of our weekend Knees bend as we’re hit from the blindside With the realization that our willpower’s weaker than our hindsight Not saying we can’t drink, not saying we can’t have fun But we can’t serve two masters, we can only have one This hazy mist of laziness has us beaten, Defeatin ourselves hoping not to get caught cheatin Dip one toe first, pretty soon we got both feet in Then act like befuddled freaks when the puddle creeps Till we’re knee-deep in our own filth and still saying “it wasn’t me” No struggle leaves when we juggle these subtleties And hope nobody sees like smuggled peas Dying to tell the world what the missing puzzle piece is But I’m left speechless like a muzzled beast is I can’t say “Jesus” in front of you I’ll make small talk, tell jokes, or make fun of you But for some reason I freeze when I think of confronting you About more important things than how much snow the latest forecast brings Like I don’t know what the purpose of words is Small talk is worthless and life serves a purpose CHORUS: Our health is decaying, we're self-medicating Supernaturals battle as we straddle the fence We're helplessly waiting for wealth, dreams are fading The pauper's only chance was to shadow the prince This time the glass is more than half empty Like every year of our lives ever since we passed twenty We know in our heads, but we gotta live this and plant it In our hearts and not take forgiveness for granted It’s not enough to hear it, we need to understand it And live by the Spirit, the way that he planned it We’re numb to the truth, it no longer excites us Let’s hunt for some proof that he still lives inside us The space in our hearts falling victim to trespassing Just passing through, take turns matching and mixing Pure things and sick things, something is missing Like open wounds, the sting of this missing something hurts Like body odor in a thrift store the emptiness lingers My conscience says “try praying” but I can’t listen or say things And every time that I try I wander off into dazed daydreams And can’t focus and feel hopeless so I throw fits The worst part of it all is that I know it’s So close, yet it feels so far Like a pitch black night playing Ghost in the Graveyard Have you ever sat outside perusing the stars And wondered if there’s more to life than boozing in bars Have you ever asked yourself why you even exist Have you ever asked yourself why you seem to get pissed About the most minute things but ignore the biggest? We’re selfish, we’re shallow, bordering on bigots Stop making excuses, not breaking loose is a sin We can’t live two lives concurrent and swim the current
And get pulled down and drown if there’s any deterrent CHORUS

Blessing God, cursing men, it's time we came clean Fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring We were meant to be close, tightly knit like some hip huggers Instead we love to lift ourselves up while we rip others And every single word that our hypocritical lips utter Tends to steer the events in our lives like a ship rudder Maybe we keep the hush-hush words as silent as mouse squeaks We've got problems beneath the surface like when a house creaks Out of the overflow of a wicked heart the mouth speaks And it usually starts as mindless idle chatter Chit and chat, this and that, never vital matters Like a spark from a single match igniting a forest Worlds collide when our words are so biting and porous Fighting the war isn't exciting, it bores us I'm inviting you to do what James' writing implores us I'm inviting you to join in reciting my chorus CHORUS: The same tongues blessing God and cursing men Gossip and slander weaved in the webs of words we spin The same tongues blessing God and cursing men We’re in desperate need of change like Plessy vs. Ferguson I stare in space and see a barren wasteland Gray skies, gray land, gray seas and gray sand It's a restless evil, full of deadly poison The same tongue that sings praise to God destroys men We're a brood of vipers spewin' crude and snide words Rude lewd rumors, this putrid spite hurts It's controlling us all like a bit in a horse's mouth It's time we take action with passion and force it out We're aimless and careless, our hearts have been calloused Rooted in bitterness, viciousness, malice Drowning in apathy, no one is indignant We plead ignorance to these acts of malignants Inside our walls, like all outside are Godless monsters The church itself has no lack of these gossipmongers Enough of the small-scale talk and the tall tales If Christ isn't Lord of our language, it all fails CHORUS We're gossipers, slanderers, lowlifes and liars Our tongues have the power to set our whole lives on fire This cheap laugh-grabbing and weak drab babbling Cannot produce good, they can only reap backstabbing The Spirit envies intensely and tends to make mincemeat Of the weaklings who can't tell their friends from their enemies The whole of our people is so full of evil We need full upheaval from pulpit to steeple We're adulterous people, so vagrant and flawed Friendship with the world equals hatred of God It's a snowball effect, we can't stop the madness We're imprudent, thoughtless, impulsive, and tactless Manifesting our pride keeping names on our bad lists Santa Claus with a vengeance, we've forgotten the fact is That our own pasts and presents are checkered with throngs Of mistakes, and real love keeps no record of wrongs CHORUS

Who by fearing can add a single hour to his life? What kind of world are we living in, so cowering in fright That a man can’t walk to the store to buy some flowers for his wife Without carrying his power – a Sig Sauer and a knife? Now we’re not here to debate about gun control, that dead Horse has no bones in tact, a fractured skull in his head And he’s been dead already for years upon years So today let me speak to your ears on your fears We’re afraid of every corner and the trouble that leers We’re afraid of the cops, we’re afraid of the queers We’re afraid of the illegals, the Arabs, Latinos We only feel safe around the company that we know We're afraid of the economy, afraid of the terrorists Afraid that Obama doesn't know when he was born where his parents lived Why are we so paranoid? Why are we so hesitant To pray for him but not to slander the President? CHORUS: Though sorrows like sea billows roll Even so it is well with my soul Heart of my own heart, whatever befall Still be my vision, oh ruler of all If God's promised us he keeps his eye on the sparrows And keeps track of our heads and every time that a hair grows Do we really need to fear someone capturing our airflow? Do we really need to fight sticks and stones with bows and arrows? You've been too busy worrying to even notice this But faith and fear are opposites, they cannot coexist He said that he'd be here whenever we call And we need to believe that, whatever befall And not cleverly stall at every wall That builds itself up against our weaponry, y'all Put your fears, inhibitions, and sorrows on the shelf Don't worry about tomorrow, tomorrow'll worry bout itself Speak now thy wisdom, see how I listen I'm engulfed in this darkness, so be thou my vision Even in the face of the most ultimate loss We're being pulled, tugged, and tossed by that old rugged cross CHORUS The world crumbles around me, the waves crash and surround me The enemy intends, as I struggle, to drown me As I stumble with clown feet, he pummels and pounds me All I had to do the whole time was humble the proud me I'm being passive-aggressive, I have to confess this My report's satisfactory with capital S's And I may not be failing but I'm passing with guesses Goin' through the motions like a bank teller cashin' a check is He took action and crept, he attacked as I slept With a tranquilizer dart in the back of my neck He knew where the rations were kept, he was stackin' the deck Manifesting the spiritual through acts of the flesh I'm attracted to death, I'm a has-been, a mess But sometimes God moves the most when we're shackled and wrecked When I'm gaspin' for breath and no passion is left Let my thoughts be on you and take captive the rest CHORUS