Gotta keep a sharp eye on your heart and the company it keeps You know the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak These days, people swallow about anything to relieve their starvation I see a whole lot of ghosts on the day of their capitulation Think about my ship aground All of the people I let down Yes, and the mercy we have found I'm not saying my hands are clean Lord knows my guilt, and I'm not faultless
I've numbered, addressed and confessed these skeletons in my closet Ah, please draw near Would You bathe and caress these equal parts faith and hopelessness? Equal parts joy and gloom all wrapped up inside this empty tomb If you borrow heavily from a thief in an effort to save What you spend on your false self, you've got the devil to pay