Abated Mass Of Flesh - The Killer In Me

How do You see me through Your eyes
Are You ashamed of me
They say You suffered on the cross
And paid my penalty
Circumstances, second chances
I live my life on repeat
If You re the God that they say You are
Can Your hand reach me
In a time of my emptiness
Through the faults of my wickedness
For the lack of my gratefulness
Can You make it stop
I saw You suffer on the cross that night
As I laughed and mocked the sight I saw the flesh ripped from Your back
I joined the masses with a heart so black
Was the weeping and the grieving
Intended for me
I am a killer of the innocent
A growing plague, a pestilence
I am the thorn that chokes the seed
The spiteful crown that made You bleed
When the ground consumes this waste
Remember me in the holy place
I saw You suffer on the cross that night
As I laughed and mocked the sight
I saw the flesh ripped from Your back
I joined the masses with a heart so black