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