(Verse 1) I spent a decade in the shadows, just a ghost in a shell Trading pieces of my spirit for a little taste of hell. I remember how the glass felt, like a blade against my skin Just another broken soldier in a city built on sin. My eyes were always sunken, and my heart was always gray Waiting for a sunrise that felt a thousand years away. I dragged the weight of every sin like a chain around my neck Trying to find a heartbeat in a total mental wreck. But the chemicals don't love you, and the pipe is just a lie It’s a long way to the bottom when you’re reaching for the sky. I’m finally dropping the armor, I'm letting the wreckage fall Standing at the gates, ready to answer the final call. (Chorus) Yeah, when I talk to Jesus, He won't look at my past He won't ask about the smoke or how long the high would last. He won't bring up the benders or the nights I couldn't sleep Or the promises I made that I was never able to keep. He’ll just pull me in close like a storm hitting the shore And say, Son, you don't have to run anymore. (Verse 2) I expected a gavel, I expected a list of my crimes A play-by-play replay of all those dark and desperate times. I thought He’d see the stains on my hands and the holes in my head And point me back down to the fire and the life that I led. But I’m standing here now, and the air feels heavy and sweet And the world I was trapped in is laying dead at my feet. No more checking the windows, no more the grit in my teeth No more hiding the monster that was living underneath. He’s looking at me now, and there’s no disappointment in His eyes No more masks, no more distance, and no more disguise. It’s the first time I’ve breathed without a burn in my chest Knowing the war is finally over and I’m allowed to just rest. (Chorus) Yeah, when I talk to Jesus, He won't look at my past He won't ask about the smoke or how long the high would last. He won't bring up the benders or the nights I couldn't sleep Or the promises I made that I was never able to keep. He’ll just pull me in close like a storm hitting the shore And say, Son, you don't have to run anymore. (Bridge) I see the Father on the throne, I see the glory in His face Washing every stain away with a flood of holy grace! I see the Son and the price He paid in the sweat and the mud I see the crimson on the timber, I see the power in the blood! Three nails in the wood just to tear the dark curtain apart Driving through the palms to heal the rot inside my heart! And I feel the Holy Spirit like a lightning bolt of grace Burning out the shadows until there isn't any trace! It’s a finished work! It’s a settled score! I’m not a convict or a junkie or a ghost anymore! (Chorus) Yeah, when I talk to Jesus, He won't look at my past He won't ask about the smoke or how long the high would last. He won't bring up the benders or the nights I couldn't sleep Or the promises I made that I was never able to keep. He’ll just pull me in close like a storm hitting the shore And say, Son, you don't have to run anymore. Welcome home, son... welcome home.
