Black Clouds

My God, my God
I clench my teeth waiting for Your grace
To shine through these blackened clouds leading the way
Leading the way
And I will follow You
My God, my God, shelter us
My God, my God, I wear this world like a gash to the chest
And lines on my wrist
It bleeds me
I saw a man leave the city with the world on His shoulders
He looked me in the eyes and I knew He’s not coming back
We march to our own funerals
(I will follow You always.)
We march to our own funerals
(I will follow You always.)
I will follow You always
My God, my God, shelter us
My God, my God, I wear this world like a gash to the chest
And lines on my wrist
It bleeds me dry
I’ve been wearing my organs on the outside
I saw a man leave the city with the weight of the world on His shoulders.
He looked me in the eyes and I knew He’s not coming back
He’s not coming back!
He’s not coming back
Take what I am
Take my life
And You, I will follow