Filthy

Filthy, dirty, something that i can't explain
I'm so unworthy, this gift you give me every day
And sometimes i just can't buy
The reason why you die
Everyday to cleanse the dirt of me
And i try to get by without your blood that covers me
And i sigh as i die with each breath eventually
And leaving no excape, i fall into your waves
And drink the love that washes over me
How deep the flood, that washes me away
How pure the blood, i'm not filthy anymore.
And i cry oh my god what have i done
I have nailed all these nails into your only son
And still you call me a precious lamb, a chosen one
I'm filthy and you make me clean