Days always come,   filling the world around us all.   Tiny voices speak,   leading us to do the wrong things.      But we need a help on out   from this abyss of selfish doubting      Bury our sin,   reach out to it.   Laying it all   down at ?skull? of the world.      Feeling apathy,   of others and their wrongdoings.   The glory will not come   until we leave the world around us all.      But we need a helping hand   from this abyss of sinking sand.      Bury our sin,   reach out to it.   Laying it all   down at the ?skull? of the world.