Drowned In Living Waters

How I do beat this? How I do win?

The voice of the prophets, I hear them again

They say: Man, what has happened?

You lost and prodigal son

You used to be an example

You used to bare the mark of his love

Lay hands on me brother, I’m falling away

Years spent by the alter in search of that faith

How do I beat this? How do I know?

The voice of the prophets, they say: Son, just come home

But it’s been so long now (I’m drowning in these waters)

Since I’ve felt your guiding hand (when it pulls me under)

This burden pulling me into some hell (while I’m staring at the sun)

I guess that this is the price of a life lived for no one but myself

So take me home wherever that is

It seems I don’t know anymore

I can’t control this anxious fear that

I’ll somehow end up all alone

Alone, alone

So take me home wherever that is

It seems I don’t know anymore

I can’t control this anxious fear that

I’ll somehow end up all alone

I know there’s something to be said

Of all this noise inside my head

Alone, alone