Days always come,
filling the world around us all.
Tiny voices speak,
leading us to do the wrong things.
But we need a help on out
from this abyss of selfish doubting
Bury our sin,
reach out to it.
Laying it all
down at ?skull? of the world.
Feeling apathy,
of others and their wrongdoings.
The glory will not come
until we leave the world around us all.
But we need a helping hand
from this abyss of sinking sand.
Bury our sin,
reach out to it.
Laying it all
down at the ?skull? of the world.