i breathed a song today felt just like the first one ever made look at these filthy rags my only claim is my own shame as for the lyrics i will draw from a much deeper well a truth that’s worth the breath to tell i don't care about the numbers i only care about the source i just want to feel my music at the bottom of the cross if i just breathe out one song everyday and burn my idols in these words i pray will it fill me with joy beautifully self devoid let my failures show them all my song because the back of the room is where i belong will i still feel destroyed beautifully self devoid i will do whatever it takes to be the last just break the song and let the pieces be cast i have a desperate need to fall prouder father have mercy on me the sinner these songs i make they're just my filthy rags but you can have it all just empty bags you're not trying to steal my style, my art you're only stealing a glimpse of a purchased heart i don't care about the numbers i only care about the source i just want to feel my music at the bottom of the cross here is the secret to breathing again form connections with the broken make sure they all hear your broken songs confessing that the glory was never where it belongs breathe out inspired by the filthy rags you put on love the songs of other broken souls, glory to the Son even though there is nothing left to gain do it to kill your ego in his name i don't care about the numbers i only care about the source i just want to feel my music at the bottom of the cross if i just breathe out one song everyday and burn my idols in these words i pray will it fill me with joy beautifully self devoid let my failures show them all my song because the back of the room is where i belong will i still feel destroyed beautifully self devoid
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