He’s rich in his addiction
A slave to earthly wealth
With all of his affliction
He seeks to find himself
His back's against the wall
And soon he'll come to know
He’s sailing toward a waterfall
A thousand feet below
His empty heart, engulfed with hate
As he feels the tense heat rise
He looks below and sees the gate
With horror in his eyes
And as the tears roll down his face
He finds himself in bed
Humbled by Amazing Grace
And shamed by the life he's lead
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