Perfect, I can't quite seem to add up to Your means of being holy. Do you still see me when I curse, backbite,
try to run and hide?
Say I'm something that I'm not, fooling everyone.
Hypocrite, take it in, you're dead before My eyes.
Perfect, you faker,
I see who you are, you cannot hide.
Is there no sympathy?
My lips are quick to speak.
In selfishness I do what I want until the end.
Blinded, my way I can't see,
my way is right to me,
in the end, my way is death.
My way wretched, my way misled,
taste the poison I am spoonfed.
I need Your sympathy,
my wretched self deserves nothing.
Teach me Your ways, be my everything,
You will see the death of me.
My way is not what I want,
body shaking, sick to the core.
A hypocrite deserving of death,
do you see how wretched I am?
Are you like me? Are you filthy?
Sin in the blood? Guilty like the rest of us?
Selfish we are looking out for one,
if I say I'm blameless I'm deceiving myself.
I am wretched, I am misled,
I need Your grace,
will You take this from me?