The grass withers
and lowers fade, but the Word is eternal
But how is a good man unworthy?
How is your thinking so flawed
That just going through the motions punches you ticket?
Cut the strings from the wicked puppeteer
Set me free
Temptation knocks, but I will stomp it into oblivion
With the strength of Sali, nothing can stop me
God, enlighten this flawed heart
God, clear these blurred eyes
Temptation knocks, but I will stomp it into oblivion
With the strength of Sali, nothing can stop me