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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?

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