Few Left Standing - Fruitless lyrics

repentance I am weak in myself separated from faith comfortable complacency my crutch has fallen break my pride mend my soul break my heart brokenness temptations become my desires no sign of conviction as a dog returns to his vomit I return to my inequities chords of d**h entangle me torrents of destruction fall upon me chords of the grave coil around me snares of d**h confront me in my distress I call out to God for help die to your ways You're the victim of you my eyes have seen I have tasted the truth but everyday remains the same fruitless