I'm about to faint

No one remembers you when they're dead

Or praises you from the grave

I can't sing if I'm six feet under

Weeping and it's flooding in my bedroom

Tear ducts running

You list each one within Your record

Enter tears into your ledger

Consider all our sighs

We lay requests before in expectation

My thoughts trouble me but so do gaping stares of the wicked

Open up their mouth-throat

It's an open grave it's a misquote

They love each harmful word whatever is unbefitting

And the fuzz won't quit

We have sinned today even our fathers did

We traded in the God of glory

For an image of a cow that eats the pasture

Offered as a sacrifice all our children to the demon

We've hurt a lot and hurt a lot of kinship

Pry us loose from this grip