Pretending, Oh pretending! I'm the king of pretending that I love being the king of me. Oh my hollow heart what is this all worth? What am I really worth? What am I?
Because I've betrayed myself to many times, Selling myself to the things I want, Too cheap, And too fast. to the things that make me numb! It's pitiful I'm the slave of my eyes!
This king that's me feels unfamiliar though I know it's bitter taste oh so well.
Because I've betrayed myself to many times, Selling myself to the things I want Too cheap, And too fast.
But God if you say that we're all your beloved, loved through our sin and shame, then who am I to say you can't? That I'm not worthy when you died to set me free.
Because I've betrayed myself to many times, Selling myself to the things I want, Too cheap, And too fast.
And my only way out is to know my freedom is having you as my king