I wish it was already burning…

I wake up with flaming tongues burning on my head
    The spirit within me is the same that empties the graves of the dead
Jesus, be my living bread
     I’ll eat from your flesh and I’ll drink from the blood that you have shed

A ghost doesn’t have muscle and bones…

They asked me once
    They asked me twice
Even the third time I denied
    I think about your words as I am breaking up inside
So scared so I run and hide
    The rooster cried but so did I

New every morning…

You made the mountains, and then you stitched the sea
    But then you noticed that the world was missing me
Looking around, I see fingerprints
    Take a look at mine and it makes no sense

I don’t deserve to be called your son…

Why should I deserve to be called your son?
    Looking back at every stupid thing I’ve done
Would you take me back as a hired hand?
    Why you would let me in, I’ll never understand

Not to bring peace, but a sword…

I’m sleeping with a sword in my right hand to protect me from
    The voices in my head that tell me that I’m not enough 
I’ll push my fingers in my skull till my ears fill with blood
    'Cause it blocks out all the lies about your all-surpassing love