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Desperate Lyrics


(Lecrae)
Woke up this morning too depressed and shamed to leave my bed
Can't stand to see my own reflection so I hang my head
Feel like a disappointment, like the scum of the earth
I'm so hurt I know You see I can't cover my dirt
My soul's dying, heart's weak, I can't even cry
I'm supposed to run to You but why, I'm such an evil guy
The sun's shinin' but for me it's the darkest of days
Try to pretend it never happened but the guilt remains
I leave the house it feels like everybody knows I did it
Feels like they readin' my mind and know the sin I committed
Through your blood I'm acquitted but my heart doesn't get it
Oh God I'm desperate for help cause I'm grievin' Your Spirit
I couldn't sing in Sunday service, Lord I felt fake
And when they started communion I just made an escape
I'm in need of Your grace, feels like You hid Your face
Lead me back to cross and show me my sin's erased
Hook (Cam):

I'm so desperate
I can't believe I sinned against You
Create in me a clean heart
I'm so sorry
It's Your mercy
It's what I need, it's what I need
(Lecrae)
I'm waste deep in my pity, is Satan tryna trick me
And tell me You won't forgive me, cause it's startin' to get me
Jesus help me quickly, I hate the wrong I've done
I know we all fall but I feel like the only one
Feels like I should be shunned, should I punish myself?
I know it's dumb cause by Your death all my sin has been dealt
But my sin has been felt, I didn't want to do it
But what I want to do I don't, I swear I'm goin' through it
Try to open up my Bible, I need to read Your pages
I need You Lord, but my guilt has got me feelin' so faithless
Help me see where grace is, take me back to the basics
Help me find my joy in You and not people and places
My sin is ever before me, I turned my back on You
Oh Father break and restore me to bring me back to You
My sin is ever before me, I turned my back on You
God break and restore me to bring me back to You
Hook
(Lecrae)
Have mercy on me God, according to Your steady love
Wipe away my transgressions and wash me in Your blood
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
Don't hide Your face from me, God, Your presence, keep me near it
I'm waitin' patient on You Lord, I know You hear my cry
Restore Your joy in me, for You alone I live and die
It's You I glorify cause You don't want my sacrifice
You want me broken and contrite, trustin' in the Christ
I confess to You my sin and You show me mercy
I turn away from it demonstratin' that You are worthy
Over lust, over pride, over all sin
Is my affection for Jesus who died for all them
I was lost now I'm found, I was tossed to the ground
My sin weighed on me heavy but I'm no longer bound
As sure as Christ wears the crown, I know that grace will abound
And even when I feel lost I know in You I am found
Hook

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Joy Disaster starts to report that the 80's are not dead, that there remains of these books something to sustain. But the French trio, experienced, star his roots of this dark Post-Punk, yesterday, the tribalism of Joy Division, today the Interpol more swaying melodies (" Falling Angel" or "Hang Around", sound of the low ones for nets of guitars). This six inaugural titles CD brings back thus on the rug, with freshness, the sources of an inspiration definitely very in fashion these three last years, but of which the fortunes themselves various facts to the taste of the gone out of younger groups than Gang Of Four, less crazy than Killing Joke. Joy Disaster belongs, somewhere, to this revival; but it contains – in contrast to number of other formations of this kind - something precious, like a promise. Even if the combo has not the slice of Joy Division (" Black old Thief", hypnotic anyway) or the heroism of the first Ikon, we are far to think that this cure will maybe coming soon. There is a source to breadth projections, and that the some noisy sound that improves these litanies (the introduction of the final one "Human Robots") can well to sign the return of some demons. There is well here, it is sure, a small flame that does not shake, that nests itself to the hollow one of these acids guitars, of these turns of which despair perspires without falling in the game of excessiveness. Not any higher bid, never: beautiful emotion that the one of a "Senseless Tales" (one of the titles of which the guitars motives do the more reference to the gothic one of first generation, without rejoining his theatrical pose); beautiful urgency also than the one of the rhythmic d' "Artemis" and of these grades of guitars that insist, support there where that does poorly. Writing by Emmanüel for (www.obskure.com) (France)
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