Arthur Pope (spartanbard)

The Whipping Boy (2007)

Lyrics

God, damn me
Sear this devious skin
God, damn me
I am zero for ten

Father condemn this coveting, lust filled, adulterous liar
Just cast me down
Cast me down

God, damn me
Purge your presence of all
These damned things
I let through and enthral

Father condemn this murdering, pride filled, idolatrous thief
Just cast me down
Cast me down

Or break the order of all
Let one Man pay for the fall
And drown my failure in Him
Jesus, I dare to contend

I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!

I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!
Just take it all! take it all from me!

I die to know how You've sown what I reap
I'll take it all for me

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