Bride - Tomrrow Makes No Sense lyrics

I didn't choose this face Or this shell of skin I'm trapped in You're not worthy to loose my shoes You don't know where they've been I am my own enemy I will lie to myself I will talk to God But He won't talk to me I want no sin, I want no fear No sting of conscience, no care of d**h I want peace, not as the world gives Tomorrow makes no sense Only Jesus sees my heart My hope is that He knows my mind He will bring me out of this If I can scratch the crust from my eyes Inflict my own wounds Torture my own soul I choose to be the beggar Break the bonds of my yoke