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The past is like a nightmare 

Only tale's left for the ears of the dead!!!
dead man tale no tale 
As eye are blind to see through the 
 The lenses Of tomorrow and what it brings 
 As days hang all it hopes on a ticking clock 
 Tick tock tick tock

You see i tried to measure up to god standard

To get verdict of not guilty
Try to be  sincere 
But I couldnt confess my sins here 

I used to have all the right questions

But not the right answer
That threatened my living room of my sanity

You see sin is like a virus that eats you up 
Like a worm it eats slowly

It's that feeling of unworthiness that you get 
You left up your hands to worship

You see 
In my mind I have all the right questions
Blessed is the man that walkers not in  the ungodly 


Nor stranded in the way of sinners 
Nor sited in wickedness
We claim to trust in the lord yet our Hope
Hopeless

We have been perfected in the flesh 
But we are like unclean thing 

And our righteousness 

Like feithy rags
The costly price of priceless debt that was paid on the  cross 

Is so difficult to understand
To be sincere is not righteousness

So no matter how sincere you are 
You can be sincere wrong
You see the truth is they are  all lot of way to sin 

It doesn't matter which one you are in 
Because they are no Good criminals


We claim to worship God but yet our hearts says otherwise ,we don't really worship God but worship what he said .


You see some of us worship in church while some worship in bars ,you see some of as worship our phones.

You see they are no Good sinners or but sinners

We are so much in love with our selves we forget the real reason why Christ come 

Instead of worshipping the creator 

We are worshipping things our 
phones
Tv
Sex
Friends 

have become Our own Gods forgetting the real reason why 
We truly worship

We feel the weight of our own sin bearly breathing through like 


It doesn't matter how much you ask God for forgiveness without Christ 
With the thought

"God will never forgive you".

Through Christ everything was made possible

So don't look up to me or your pastor
Cause my sins are written on the board 

They and against the walls of my righteousness contrasting with my peace but yet I choose to face pieces 

My name is Leeking with sin 

But yet through it all he calls me he's own 
You see Jesus loves us no matter the situation
We are like billions drops of water Streaming down the liver of time 
No matter how great you think you sin is 
Jesus still sees you as hes own 

All you have to do is ask 
Cause through him we are saved
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