Unearned - Household

And I’ve slept for far too long

Neglecting everything you brought me

Stagnant bones

How many times must I forget truth?

Finally, something to hold onto

I have hope that my actions will not be of my skin

That I will find true strength within

Spirit and truth will shape my life

Have my mind

But if didn’t blossom, would I question my palms?

A working man can only earn what’s done with skin and blood?

In a search for rest I’ve misplaced my trust

For my hands still shake

Hands shake

Only you can release me from myself

Take what is not of you and spit it out

Bury me bones and all

If it dares to tear what’s between us, kill it

I stay consistent

Christ so sufficient

I lose consistency

Christ still sufficient for me

Hail to the king cause he loved me first

And screw the world cause it taste like dirt

I don’t need your lies

How many times must I forget truth?

Finally, something to hold onto

How many times must I forget truth?

Finally, something to hold onto

You