Thus from My Lips, by Yours, My Sin Is Purged

As Cities Burn

Well, I've got a will but I want yours
I've got a growing heap of crosses and burdens
I've simply lost heart to shoulder
Simply no strength to lift
I've always been a man in need
'cause I keep stepping in and out of the shadow

Caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is
That keeps me coming back
I want out
'Cause I'm getting sick
Sick from all this swerving
Driver, sick from turning on you

Someone show me a hole in this cycle
Show me the way away and I'm coming back
The way I came
No! I've seen this place before
Surely this is no place for the light of this world

Oh how sweet the sound
I know it saved but is it changing a wretch like me
Oh my God how sweet is the sound
I once was blind but now I just look away

My bride, I don't want to know what I'd be without
Forgiveness brushing these adulterous lips