Lust

I'm broken in a world full of hands that are broken
And I'm crawling in my skin tryna do this on my own
'Cause I thought that I'd be better but I'm crying on the floor

'Cause for the 27th time this month, been fighting off lust myself but it's not working
They say it gets better in time, but I've been fighting the same old sin since Eden fell
And if I'm going on eight years strong, don't tell me time will heal, cause it won't
Cause when I'm losing all control over my body, mind and soul, I'm broken
Cause every single second seems like I'm stepping on ice, but when it starts to crack is when I crumble inside

'Cause for the 27th time this month, been fighting my battles alone but it's not working
'Cause I need a savior, I need a friend, whoa, I need Jesus
So won't you come and take control over my body, mind and soul, cause it's not working
So won't you gouge out my eyes and cut off my hands
'Cause it's better to be blind than be cast into hell

'Cause for the 27th time this month, I got back on my knees and begged for mercy
'Cause that's the difference between a sinning man and the one who loves the Father
So let this be the day that changes everything