I don’t get it, I know it’s wrong,
Still I’ll sing that fateful song.
As if my hands are tied and bound,
Hunted by this bloodthirsty hound.
I don’t get it, it hurts inside
Yet as if my heart’s stopped beating, everything inside me’s died
So like a zombie ill stand up-straight-
And go ahead, in a trance, to ruin my fate.
I don’t get it; I constantly hurt those I love,
But my actions are thought out after; before realizing the power they have.
Like a drunken man who acted in a stupor
Then realizes, the next day, his consequences are super
I don’t get it I hate what I do,
But as Paul simply puts it it’s the sin that lives in you.
So I sin and sin, then sin some more
As if that’s not enough, I’ll add four score
It’s like I like having regrets,
It’s like I enjoy the setting guilt,
When the “oh no” from last night sets
And I tear down everything He’s built.
It’s like I enjoy the burn,
When I put my hand atop that flame,
So instead of taking a u-turn
I keep at it, awaiting the inevitable shame
I don’t get it, it hurts to hurt
But still with this danger I love to flirt
Still on my knees Ill crawl and eat dirt
Wondering THEN why it’s so impossible to unhurt
Hurt both Him and I
Both the world and time
Both the alive and the unborn
I hurt both the untouched and the scorned
So why do I sin
I still ask
If He now lives in me
Living sinless should not be such a task
