I want to throw my fists through a wall,
And bleed the letters that spell out,
'Rage Without A Right.'
When I break my skin on the concrete,
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From heart to head and head to hand.
I pray the test of time our love will stand.
From hand to pen and pen to sheet.
100,000 memories to greet.
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I woke up this morning with blood on the bed sheets.
I was intravenously baptized in the milk of your wounds.
Forever shackled to the smiling stairwell,
With the gaping incision,
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Come, Lord, and meet me on the ground.
My wings are broken and I'm needing You to mend them.
Your words are a thousand healings,
And Your touch brings me to life.
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Pinned to a cross, what more can I say?
Lifeless we hang, in all but dismay.
Jesus, You're pure, but that's not so for me.
I guess only our father will hear my plee.
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Cross my heart in hopes to die.
Cross the eyes to stay alive.
Prick my hands and watch them bleed.
It's proof enough to prolong this life I lead.
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Cut me until I bleed in time with the music.
Cut me until the blood flows as clean as Your love.
Break me until the tears flow as clean as the blood.
And hold me until the love flows as clean as the tears.
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