Abated Mass of Flesh - The Killer In Me

How do You see me through Your eyes/Are You ashamed of me/They say You suffered on the cross/And paid my penalty/Circumstances, second chances/I live my life on repeat/If You’re the God that they say You are/Can Your hand reach me/In a time of my emptiness/Through the faults of my wickedness/For the lack of my gratefulness/Can You make it stop/I saw You suffer on the cross that night/As I laughed and mocked the sight/I saw the flesh ripped from Your back/I joined the masses with a heart so black/Was the weeping and the grieving/Intended for me/I am a killer of the innocent/A growing plague, a pestilence/ I am the thorn that chokes the seed/The spiteful crown that made You bleed/When the ground consumes this waste/Remember me in the holy place/I saw You suffer on the cross that night/As I laughed and mocked the sight/I saw the flesh ripped from Your back/I joined the masses with a heart so black