Chains of the Flesh HP2

Should I quit, or give into the quicksand

Sometimes I feel like I can’t stand

Paraplegic to the people around me

And everything else that I am

Lost in the sauce with my purpose

Forgot what I was chasing

Was I chasing my own tail

Chilling in complacency’s basement

Not practicing what I been preaching

Flapping my gums till it bleeds

Speaking in circles, empty words—

While my soul’s on its knees

For I have bled for nothing it seems

Unlike the One who bled for me

Am I surrounded by the Son of Man

Or giving in to the enemy

Is this cup or cross really for me—

Or something I’ll never be

Second guessing everything…

Anxiety testing me

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I hear You calling through the noise

But I’ve been drowning in my voice

Every step I take alone

Just pulls me deeper from the throne

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Pull me from the pit, I was buried alive

Hands to the sky but I’m dead inside

If You’re still there, I won’t run or hide

I’m done with the lies—I’m done with my pride

Break every chain that I welded in sin

Strip every lie that I’m hiding within

If I gotta bleed just to come back to life—

Then let me die so You live inside

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It’s so cozy inside the prison that I built

Somewhere between the void in my mind and a life unfulfilled

Blood drips in the garden, I’m crying over what I spilled

While You carried the weight, I been dodging Your will

Am I the thief on the right or the one on the left

Leaping in faith or just waiting for death

Heavy is the crown of a man in his mess

Screaming for mercy but choking on breath

Is it all in my head, this narrative stress

Or lies that I’m feeding, convinced they’re the best

I wrestle with God but I sleep with regret

Say I want freedom, still cling to the net

I built my own chains then I call it a test

Say I got faith but I fail to confess

If You’re still calling, then I must admit—

I’m not too far gone… I just haven’t quit

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I don’t want the mask—I want the scars

Tear down the idol I made in my heart

If this is war, then let it begin—

Kill everything that isn’t Him

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Took every hit, now I hit back

Voice in my head—I don’t live that

Same old lies, same old script

I cut it off, I don’t relive that

Flesh want control, I starve that

Feed what’s real, I guard that

What had a grip don’t hold no more—

I broke the lock, I scarred that

Same old voice try creep in

Same old doors I don’t peek in

Used to fall, now I see it coming—

Cut it quick, I don’t sink in

I know the scheme, I know the bait

Same trap dressed up like faith

But I don’t bend, I don’t break—

I kill it early, I don’t let it take

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Pulled from the pit, I was buried alive

Now I stand up—I don’t run, don’t hide

You were there, I just chose the blind

Now I see clear—I don’t feed the lies

Chains still swing but they don’t land

Flesh still talks—I don’t give a damn

If it’s that life or who I am—

I kill the flesh, I take my stand