Burn the end and fall away

Try to look the best to portray this death

The air around me is cloudy, smells like cancer

Seems like my need to be something God's not called me to be

Give me that feeling I've fooled myself

Concerned with perception, can't come off looking weak

Least of all with you

If I need this image to be me

Then where is my God able to shine through?

Burn the end, fall away

Light up another representation of my insecurity

When I stumble, don't follow my small rebellion

Corruption collapse

Compromise will breed corruption