Make Everything RighT

Heavy as the thick black book that I carry around In hopes that it would teach me how to love You right I tried to get to shore But I know I’m gonna drown Waving my hands, watching rafts off in the night Glorious unseen I need you to speak to me Because I’ve been bloodying my hands on the ladder And shooting at my feet And I don’t wanna tell you what goes on inside my room at night When I'm wrapping bloody hands in old shirts But I’d soak through my best clothes before I told you that my hands were hurt So, One who made me I need you to recreate me Oh, the holy ghost came and spoke In my room when I was still asleep He said, “Wake up! Wake up! I didn’t die to dream of death Wake up! Wake up! ‘Cause you cannot save yourself!” “Wake up! Wake up! I didn’t die to dream of death Wake up! Wake up! ‘Cause you cannot save yourself!” No Lower Pull heaven down lower Die to myself, lower Die to myself, lower