The dogman returning to its vomit,
to this filthy sin stained flesh.
Two worlds won't coincide together...
with each other,
they can't engage, they cannot mesh.

As I gaze through this mere reflection,
I see to what I became.
Can You forgive a scum bag like me...
but all I know You is by name.

Making promises that I can't keep,
tossing and turning in my sleep.
When will I ever learn,
from these evil ways I will turn...
Oh my Lord, what's to become of me,
for I have been blinded by sin,
I cannot see.
Hiding my face is disgrace,
a dirty rotten sinner saved by grace.

The colors, they bleed into one,
this portrait of my sinful self.
My faith seems to be out of place,
out of reach, high upon the shelf.

I will stand strong in my faith,
holding true to what I reclaim...proclaim.
Whether you want to believe it or not,
we are all sinners of the same.

All I am...
is a sinful man.