Shaped continually, refined by all the wrong things. You have a choice who is your sculptor? Will he destroy you or will he save you? With the elements at your back what will be your shelter? Gain through life or gain through death? Who is your crafter? Who is your sculptor, whos on your throne? Who is your sculptor, whos on your throne? So soon you will see, so pray for mercy. So soon you will scream, Oh father Forgive me. This life of mine oh God I give to you. Take it from my hands. Be my crafter.x2 Like a diamond under pressure will you prevail, will you prevail? Or will you shatter like the rest? You have a choice. Who is your crafter? Will he destroy you or will he save you? One day you will see your creator, and one day you will see you were wrong. Oh father, Take this life. Oh father, Forgive me. Oh God, God you chose me, to be your son. I am unworthy, yet you still chose me God..