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