Verse1: A cross full of sharpened nails
who's hanging on it I'm seeing me-not really me, the fleshy me
have to hang it there and keep it grilled
ha, see the world is fighting me
ha, and I'm trying to strive-in' in
be in His presence and cut off the outside things
its said the veil been parted, thats free entry
But look my flesh tries to fight me
demanding for satisfaction, asking for vile things
sometimes I wonder if this is really me
'cos its seeking is really killing me ('cos its seeking is really killing me)
Verse2: But I gat to nail it to the cross
count everything for Christ, loss
follow Him 'cos He's my final boss
make hard decisions, make some choices
haha, the devil make 'em my resistance sources
haha, tries to use my bad past mar me, rouse me
got to walk through, I'm a pilgrim
got to stay focused, no backlooking
but God help me to nail this
this river help me to cross it
my besets help me to toss 'em
cos this is D.O.F, this is the death of flesh.