I'm dead, I'm crucified with christ
Not on my in my head, I die to self with His strength
You can hear the words I said
I sacrafice myself, His peace is how I'm fed
You hate my standard and then you fill me full of lead
I'm dead in Him
I hate my flesh, because of it my body dies
Amazing grace flows freely and opens up my eyes
I hate the devil, to me he's lied so many times
I love my God becaues of him, my soul will rise
Life is a joke, I feel kinda like a spoke
In a wheel of many which is taken for granted
This society has demanded the ignorace of conformity
They reject my attempts at individuality
Not only does society demand conformity
But my gender demands just so extraordinary
While my God demands change within the dark recesses of my soul
Yet this lust within me leaves a dark empty hated hole
I hate my flesh