Sprinting towards the place of ultimate slaughter
Searching in empty wells for HIS living water
Dying of thirst negating to seek the true source
Wondering why we were subjected to hell’s course
Living a wretched life with no signs of remorse
Pedal to the metal, full throttle, maximum force
Leaving residue of sin past, present and future
Scared to grow up and begin to finally mature
Instead we matriculate from one fad to the next
Wondering why it all drives our being to be vexed
For secretly our soul knows for whom it was created
Yearning for completion even as it been desecrated
How long shall we ignore our heart’s true desire?
Deteriorating in the obscure with an darkened fire
Travailing in insane chaotic courses to nowhere
When will we come to our self in the pig pens of there?
Realizing in our Father’s safe haven is where we belong
Stopping the record mid-track and beginning a new song
A refrain of repentance that leaves a sweet fragrance
That catches the Father’s nostrils not by happenstance
For He’s been patiently awaiting our homecomings
Fatted calf and all, waiting to pardon our shortcomings
Restoring us back to our perfectly appointed place
Just as soon as we arise from this tragic disgrace
Searching in empty wells for HIS living water
Dying of thirst negating to seek the true source
Wondering why we were subjected to hell’s course
Living a wretched life with no signs of remorse
Pedal to the metal, full throttle, maximum force
Leaving residue of sin past, present and future
Scared to grow up and begin to finally mature
Instead we matriculate from one fad to the next
Wondering why it all drives our being to be vexed
For secretly our soul knows for whom it was created
Yearning for completion even as it been desecrated
How long shall we ignore our heart’s true desire?
Deteriorating in the obscure with an darkened fire
Travailing in insane chaotic courses to nowhere
When will we come to our self in the pig pens of there?
Realizing in our Father’s safe haven is where we belong
Stopping the record mid-track and beginning a new song
A refrain of repentance that leaves a sweet fragrance
That catches the Father’s nostrils not by happenstance
For He’s been patiently awaiting our homecomings
Fatted calf and all, waiting to pardon our shortcomings
Restoring us back to our perfectly appointed place
Just as soon as we arise from this tragic disgrace
