To the choirmaster:
Are your voices rising
as well as you conducted them too?

Are you doing good to Zion?
Are you building up your walls and are you delighting in right sacrifices?
Are you offering burnt offerings? Whole burnt offerings?

Are you offering bulls to the altar.

Are you going to just stand there and pretend nothing is wrong behind that mask of yours?

I know I am.
Come join the party!
We're starting to get a crowd growing, and another layer of make-up is going on the faces of
the broken and the bruised.

Yah, your face too!
C'mon, all of us are doing it!
Let peer pressure puncture your
legs and jump off this bridge with us.
We will rock this room for hours
until we hit rock bottom
and bottom out and
crash and burn and
burn alive.

I know my transgressions,
I know what I'm doing!
I know what the hell I'm doing to myself!
I don't need you to tell me when to
stop smoking
stop drinking
stop cursing
stop lusting.

Stop murdering your brother, Cain,
and let Abel be.

I can't stop.

All of these demons know my name.
They rot and they ruin this fragile frame
and blame me
and me alone
for this travesty that was caused.

Now, I've tried to die already.
Three times! Let's make it four.
I am just a ***** of a living being
that doesn't deserve this
breath
after breath
after breath.

This voice is yelling "YOU CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE".
This voice is yelling "CRUCIFY HIM!"
This voice is whispering "Take and eat. These are the pills that were given to you to stabilize your mind. This I give you so that you can sleep and never wake up. Take and eat, son".

Don't you dare call me son.

These demons may know my name,
but my Father knew it before I was conceived.

I am my Father’s, and my Father’s alone

Father, please, listen to me! This is your son!
Please don't say you've forgotten my face
because Father, I constantly forget Your name.

Father, I'm shattered and sorry.
Have mercy.
Have mercy on my bloodguiltiness

Father, this world is scary.

Dad, don't let go of this small hand of mine.
Cast me not away from Your presence.

I just want to come home, Dad.
Against You and YOU ALONE HAVE I SINNED.

Every day it's been this way,
but you know that already.
Please erase me and leave me tabula rasa.
Hide your face from my sin.

Create in me a pure heart.
Restore to me Your joy.

Open my lips, Dad, and my mouth will declare your praise.

Come thou fount of every blessing,
tune this broken heart to sing Your praise.