Few Left Standing - Fruitless lyrics

repentance

I am weak in myself

separated from faith

comfortable complacency

my crutch has fallen

break my pride

mend my soul

break my heart

brokenness

temptations become my desires

no sign of conviction

as a dog returns to his vomit

I return to my inequities

chords of death entangle me

torrents of destruction fall upon me

chords of the grave coil around me

snares of death confront me

in my distress I call out to God for help

die to your ways

You're the victim of you

my eyes have seen

I have tasted the truth

but everyday remains the same

fruitless