Crawling

throwing up my hands
giving up my final stand
never thought it'd get this bad
never realized all i had

oh the days of my earlier phase
when i was naive, so easily pleased
now i'm just scum, damaged and numb
is there a way that i can be saved?

over the years, in blood sweat and tears
i've fought so hard to guard my heart
is there more than this?
there's gotta be more than this

i'm a target, i'm a victim
they're firing and not missing
i can't refuse when they force me to lose
i'm tired and i'm under fire

i still try to testify
despite the bites and pain inside
there might be a plot line
but it's all in my mind

there's gotta be more than this
gotta be more to this.

God save me from myself
the self-harm i've induced
i need Your presence in this hell
i need my chains to set me loose