Burn This Skin
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
It’s so funny to realize how perspective changes everything
We keep lying to ourselves and blame it on anything, on anything
Feeding off of drama like a parasite feeds on blood of death
We kill ourselves from the inside just to be like the rest
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
Men use love just to get sexual pleasure
Degrading beauty, we slowly lose our treasure
Women giving themselves away to be loved
Yet they still get disposed of
God, what have we done
Please take us back to where we begun
Help me burn this skin
I can’t believe all the hollow lies I’ve burnt in
It’s as if there’s a special place in hell
For the sins that I have held
I’ve betrayed the innocence of what I used to be
God, I’m screaming out for you
In a world of pain, I thirst for truth
I beg for more, for more than this
I’ve lived life in the worst abyss
I need my Father’s embrace
I need to be saved by grace
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
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