The things I don’t want to do
I just keep doing
The things I want to do
I can’t do
What a wretched man I am becoming
What a wretched man I have become

Who will save me?
From this body of death that is looming
From this funeral parlor I keep on seeing
In the corner of my eye while pointing my gun
In the corner of my mind while ignoring the sun
It’s coming for me, it’s coming for me

What you ask just cannot be done
A spineless heart is what I’ve become
This weight on my back is just too heavy
The holy life just wasn’t for me

I keep smearing my heart all over my sleeve
Someone comes and wipes it off and takes it from me
What’s left is hardly mine, but just a shadow of myself
For I find I’m entwined in a battle over my health
And I can’t win, and I can’t win

What you ask just cannot be done
A spineless heart is what I’ve become
This weight on my back was just too heavy
The holy life just wasn’t for me
The holy life just wasn’t for me

But what you asked just cannot be done
A spineless heart was what I’ve become
This weight on my back was just too heavy
You say a holy life still waits for me
You say a holy life still waits for me

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