Started off as little, but look at how it's grown,
Were so carefree in your sin, now you reap the seeds you've sown,
Thought you had control, but who's controlling who?
Life is like a vice, and it's closing in on you,
Bottles, then the needles as you watch your loved ones die,
Slowly sliding down a pit, screaming as you slide,
Walls fall down, crushing in - a result of your sin.
You lie awake at night; it's damp, it's cold,
You're looking back at the seeds you've sown,
It's hard to sleep when there's fire in your head,
What can you do when your life is hanging by a thread?
Nightmares leave you screaming; so real, but who can tell?
Nausea, the sickened state; your life's a living hell,
Swimming in your vomit, it's the same thing everyday,
Your life's like a cancer that slowly eats away,
Lying on the floor with your head between your knees,
Realisation hits with crushing force: your world can't fill your needs,
On that floor Christ appears, saying simply: "Come to me."
In the midst of your sin, come to me.