trading integrity for a sense of fulfillment that only fulfills my disease
deeper digging it's claws through my selfish abiding skin
like words that can only be heard in a soft spoken breeze
that make me fall further into love with this crippling sin
two broken hands and a broken smile
have shaped the way i view this sinister place
with a life lead recklessly into denial
of the ever damning arms of your embrace
where regret is a stepping stone in this journey of surreal appeal
my heart aimlessly wanders the darkest crevices of this Hell
still seeking and thirsting for a fragment of something real
but only finding rest where the angels dare to dwell
two broken hands and broken teeth
have shifted the way i view this damned place
and all that's buried beneath
the broken wings of your ever damning embrace
Father, replace and replenish what once was
inside this mangled mess of humanity
that a spark of innocence may burn away the flaws
and swiftly break apart my insanity
two perfect hands and a thorned wreath
have changed the way i view this damned place
with the scars still buried underneath
of the ever forgiving arms of Your embrace.
