All walls come slow
Day by day the mortar dries, and parapets of self-righteousness rise
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Before you know it, towering defenses guard your heart or so you think
Now I can’t [sing?]
I’m trapped inside this thickened skin, I can’t get out and no one can get in
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
How I long to be possessed, but rather than God I’m filled with myself
Rather than God, I’m filled with myself
And I’m scared to admit
That I’m still just pretending that I don’t have these stains
That they’ll just fade away
And all that I’ve done
To pretеnd I have love was just whitewashing a gravе
Whitewashing a grave
Oh-oh, what have I become?
Please break my bones
I’d rather have some scars outside than live within this calloused [heart?] alone
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I’d rather live in need of God than live like I cornered the market on
Right and wrong
‘Cause I am not the potter, I’m just terra cotta
I’m scared to admit
That I’m still just pretending that I don’t have these stains
That they’ll just fade away
And all that I’ve done
To pretend I have love was just whitewashing a grave
Whitewashing a grave
Oh-oh, what have I become?
What have I become?
Oh, I’ll weep and I’ll wail
Just hope that it’s real
Leaving my repentance can become a show
‘Cause under my skin
I found vipers within
I’ll beat my chest ’cause mercy is my only hope
I’ll beat my chest ’cause mercy is my only hope
Yeah, I’m scared to admit
That I’m still just pretending that I don’t have these stains
That they’ll just fade away
And all that I’ve done
To pretend I have love was just whitewashing a grave
Whitewashing a grave
Oh-oh, what have I become?
What have I become?
Song by Glenmerle