With the promise of endless light I can rejoice And salvation for me is certain. But in my flesh I bleed sin, it rots and creates the plagues The plagues that bind my soul in
drying bones are turning into dust. In the fields of my disgrace they age. Amidst the dying lie the unfortunate bodies without souls or reason to exist Decomposing flesh is a treat for birds of
prey. This place has been forsaken, for time and time again.
Desert winds undo what God created. Then it turns back into dust to feed the helpless land My body falls
upon the sand gasping for water and air Hoping I won't receive a piece of love from anything
Plagues within me are staining my soul My battle, it was lost. But inside I'm
Sin within controls my life and brings a sorrow Much deeper than I can conceive