Paroles de Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged

Well, i've got a will but i want yours
I've got a growing heap
Of crosses and burdens
I've simply lost heart to shoulder
Simply no strength to lift

I've always been a man in need
'cause i keep stepping in and out
Of the shadow

Caught by the drift and pitch
Of whatever it is
That keeps me coming back

I want out 'cause i'm getting sick
Sick from all this swerving
Driver, sick from turning on you

Someone show me a hole in this cycle
Show me the way away and i'm coming back
The way i came, no, i've seen this place before
Surely this is no place for the light of this world

Oh, how sweet the sound
I know it saved but is it changing a wretch like me
Oh my god, how sweet is the sound
I once was blind but now i just look away

My bride, i don't want to know
What i'd be without forgiveness
Brushing these adulterous lips