Born of sin
to be born again
Washed up.... Stretched out on the shore
And i could swim forever if i never breathed any more.
I’m so strong I’ve made it to today, but haven’t i always any way
Seems the good die young and the one who aches live stung.
Stung,
To be stung
To be tainted from the beginning.
Born into sin, for my parents lusted after skin.
Never Knew eachother holy. Bite into that bitter fruit for the end source only.
I am one thousand times more that for what i was born.
But this sin that keeps sinning, this darkness that keeps winning.
TO be like Christ How shall i aspire
WHen after all I was born in sin for desire.....
Am i broke of all connection, from the day of my conception... or can i born myself.
