We all have been conceived,
born into a world of sin.
I ask myself, when did all this begin?
For I have been sold as a slave to sin.
Every minute of everyday,
the struggle from within.
For I don't understand,
can't comprehend my own behavior.
This life that I live for You,
seems to be losing it's flavor.
The way is not of myself,
but the sin which lives in me.
The doing of my own will,
so how can that be?
All that I am,
is a mortal man.
It is I who wants to do what is good.
The pleasure so pleasing,
that's if I only could.
The Devil just knows where I stand.
But he comes with only lies,
to put in these hands.
To soothe these sinful desires.
Telling me that this can be yours,
is fuel for the fire.
For a brief moment of time,
I appear to be the one who's strong.
To conquer this sin of mine,
but that's not for long.
Going against what I believe in,
when I am nothing but weak.
All that I seem to be,
a hypocrite from which I speak.
Everytime that I look into the mirror,
I see the man of this world
becoming more clearer.
I'm riddle with guilt
everyday of this life,
by it's pain and by it's strife.
I don't want to be,
a part of this any longer.
As I turn away from it,
the temptation only grows stronger.
I try and I try to ignore,
but it still comes back for more.
The sins of the world,
drives me to my knees.
Father in Heaven, set my mind at ease.
I fall, I stumble,
my faith, it crumbles.
The past, my mind it comes to be,
thinking that I once was cool.
Time has realized to me,
I was the dunce,
yes, I am the fool.
As I wonder what I should do,
in comes along my dark half.
Trying to take me in, to this sin,
as I take part, I hear him laugh.
These ungodly wicked thoughts
that festers inside my head.
Taking me to places,
as my blood races,
only to leave me for dead.
Who's going to save me from me,
for I'm my own worst enemy.
Who can save me from myself,
for I have failed,
is there anyone else?
To hide my face in disgrace,
ashamed for what has been done.
For I must take the blame,
no longer do I want to run.
These demons of mine,
the haunting of the mind.
To find a way
to escape this pain,
is what I'm trying to find.
My problems are mine
and no one elses,
for their mine alone.
Please don't act like you care,
I can do that on my own.
As I gaze through this reflection,
I see through this cheap disguise.
Trying to stand strong,
weak all along,
beneath this foundation of lies.
Can't any of you see that
we're in a world of trouble?
But as for me that means double.
With all the lines I have read,
and all the lies I have said,
I am good as dead.
Oh Lord, what's to become of me,
for the truth I have to see,
to face my reality.
I thought by now I would have learned.
From the ways of the past,
from the past that I have turned.
It can't be like this anymore,
so the truth must be told.
It's time to show who I am,
the truth behind this man
is what I must take hold.
Here I come to You once more,
just like a thousand times before.
I'm not the man that I should be,
Lord God, have mercy upon me.
Please forgive me,
for the unspeakable things that I do.
Help me to put my trust and faith in You.
But it seems to be all in vain.
The prayers that have been said,
but the pain it still remains.
Is there any escape for me?
Or am I running from,
running from what cannot be?
For I have fallen from Your grace.
It's time for me,
to put You back in Your place.
There's no man that can serve two masters.
One will give pleasure,
the other will bring disaster.
The one will cancel out the other,
so it's time to come back,
to come back to the Father.
If I am to be the master of my life,
I'm only to choose failure,
to be dragged down by it's strife.
The sins of the world,
means nothing more to me.
For I'm not the man,
the man I use to be.
I will put away what doesn't matter,
so I can make You first.
For it's the knowledge of God,
that I long to thirst.
Let death come unto me,
so I can be what You want me to be.
The goodness of God to come,
to let Your will be done.
I won't swerve to the left or right.
Going straight forward,
press on with all my might.
The past, my mind it comes to be,
