Follow me down into the pit There’s blood on my hands, And tears on my lips I did not believe what you claimed to be But the murder of you, It was the murder of me
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain? I’m ready to suffer again
I don’t know why I bother to pray My knees grow so weak, My head starts to sway The room fills with fire, shadows do howl The paint on the walls, boy, It all starts to curl
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain? I’m ready to suffer again
Tell me Lord Tell me now When will it end? When will it end?
Look at the filthy lives we all lead We are just open wounds exposed to Thee
Mercy I beg, but mercy from who? Satan won’t have me, and neither will you And everything ends just as it began, With the half-hearted prayer of a weak worthless man
Oh Lord, won’t you send down the pain? I’m ready to suffer again
Tell me Lord Tell me now When will it end? When will it end?
Look at the filthy lives we all lead We are just open wounds exposed to Thee