About the unrelenting mercies of Jesus.
Here I am again, pushing back in the name of mercy
Now I want to clearly see what’s been in front of me
All these years, wisdom past my ears perking up at
The slaughter festival, here I’ve been strapped in my
Poverty and crimson red has been dead in me, for I pulled
Around the backway of the alleyway to hurry and get away
From this place, it was once secret and safe yet I felt polarized
And despised by the vibration on the wall, there I was in the middle
Of my fall, I didn’t think of you at all, and it hit me as I cleansed myself
Of me, what I’ve tried to erase all these years has been the selfish sin of
The past, trapped in adolescence and trying to live like I’m not alive
On the inside, suitcase has been ready of all my notoriety, I am just the
Scum of the earth ready for a new birth, so wipe away what I can’t erase,
Make me new in this place, bring on your eschaton, tears from my eyes
Soon removal to this upheaval of a life