Repentance   I am weak in myself   Separated from faith   Comfortable complacency      My crutch has fallen   Break my pride   Mend my soul   Break my heart   Brokenness      Temptations become my desires   No sign of conviction   As a dog returns to his vomit   I return to my inequities      Chords of death entangle me   Torrents of destruction fall upon me   Chords of the grave coil around me   Snares of death confront me      In my distress   I call out to God for help   Die to your ways   You're the victim of you      My eyes have seen   I have tasted the truth   But everyday remains the same   Fruitless