The Burıal - Wretched Restless Forms

The hunger I have
And the thirst I possess
Are naught if I bathe in this filth
That feels like home

Actions of my hands
Passions of the heart
All fade and rot if I'm left here alone

All things dead in me are cast aside
And at the core I'm made new
But this wretched, restless form will fight me every single step of the way

The advocate sent for my aid
Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new
Day by day I'm sanctified in submission to his way
I'm washed in the blood
That much is always true
But the choices I make
Ant the actions I take
Serve to broaden of obstruct my view

By the spirit we have the power to resist
Just as he has the power to forgive

Oh, lord, cleanse me, cleanse me

The advocate sent for my aid
Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new
Day by day I'm sanctified in submission to his way