the baptist

I was born into the western world's ghost
And my mistakes are made in a place of hope
They said they expect sanctum from me
And maybe I can learn to love but I could not receive

'Cause if Christ died for me one time for my crimes
I doubt he would again
'Cause if I'd died for all your lies I would not cry
But I doubt we'd be friends

Tell me was it something I said
'Cause when it gets so cold no one answers my prayers
Tell me was it something I said
'Cause when it gets so cold no one answers my prayers

And they won't make up for your life
'Cause they can't make up for the strife

'Cause I was born with our sin in my throat
So when our time came, I was bound and bound to choke

'Cause if Christ died for me one time for my crimes
I doubt he would again
'Cause if I'd died for your crimes I would not lie
I doubt we'd be friends

Tell me was it something I said
'Cause when it gets so cold no one answers my prayers
Tell me was it something I said
'Cause when it gets so cold no one answers my prayers

And they won't make up for your life
'Cause they can't make up for the strife