And still I’m a wicked, wretched man. I do everything I hate.
I am fighting to be god, I seethe and claw and thrash and shake.
I have killed and stacked the dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end I just want blood, and with His blood my hands are stained.
See the God who reigns on high, He has opened His own veins.
From His wounds a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon grace.
Grace..
~
My favorite part from the song. *goosebumps*
I am fighting to be god, I seethe and claw and thrash and shake.
I have killed and stacked the dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end I just want blood, and with His blood my hands are stained.
See the God who reigns on high, He has opened His own veins.
From His wounds a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon grace.
Grace..
~
My favorite part from the song. *goosebumps*
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