On the edge of my throes, waiting here for death. 
Take this heart, rip it out, there's not much of it left. 
I've [bad word] numb; These filthy hands, this murderous heart, 
There's no where left [bad word]  
I'm crying out 
I'm crying out for one last time, before I give this up. 
And on my knees, I looked up to the skies and heard a voice whisper to me. 
"I know your pain, and I know you've faced trials that seem too much to bear." 
"Cry no longer, and let Me be your strength when you are weak." 
"When you are weak." 
"I raised you up, My son I gave you life." 
"Now rise, upon your feet." 
I am no longer my own, my eyes are open wide. 
Whom shall I fear, when I'm standing by my Father's side? 
Now, from the depths of my heart 
I praise You, You who gave me life. 
You changed this heart, that longed for murder and war 
I give You my praise, my God I give You my all. 
Walking through darkness, what shall I fear? 
My God is with me, whom shall I fear? 
You no [bad word] me, so satan draw near. 
You have changed me and my life belongs to 
You my God Let me be Your [bad word] 
Lord, take this life, purchased by Your blood.