Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah I'm sick and tired of these lies, I've let 'em creep into my life You're the Rock and I'm the sand I held excuses like your Grace, I took advantage of the chase But You caught me with red hands And I know the Blood has washed me white But this evil I can't fight So I reckon that I'm dead, now alive I am crucified in Christ No good habit will suffice But I reckon that I'm dead With His nails I was bled Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah And I was sinning, couldn't quit, tried to die to my old wit But dying to myself never set me free Until I reckoned myself dead indeed to sin, like bullet lead I was killed, Roman 6:6 to me And I know Your Blood has sanctified And the old man now has died So I reckon that I'm seated up in Christ I am crucified in Christ No good habit will suffice But I reckon that I'm dead With His nails I was bled I am crucified in Christ Behold the new man has arrived Without evil to his name Now walk in freedom, not in shame Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah You are seated as a saint You were dead, but now you ain't And though you might have forgot The ransom for your soul was bought Should you sin and then be hid when Grace abounds? But God forbid! 'Cause you were baptized in His death Took your spirit, soul, and breath Like He, died and resurrected You were there and rose perfected By the Blood became His bride Holy, pure, and sanctified He who's dead is freed from sin You are dead indeed, child, reckon yourself dead in Christ And unto God alive! I am crucified in Christ No good habit will suffice But I reckon that I'm dead With His nails I was bled I am crucified in Christ Behold the new man has arrived Without evil to his name Now walk in freedom, not in shame Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah