There you go,
What did I do to make you happy all this time?
And I, I don’t feel alive as everybody
Till the nail [bad word] satisfied engulfed living in Your right hand
I see [bad word] through the night
Beware all the signs that lurk there
I see [bad word] through the night
Beware all the signs that lurk there, they’re in spit disaster
And you’re afraid to move
I don’t know how I’m made for such a time as this
I don’t know how I’m made,
for such a time as this [bad word] from grace
To make way for the King to take his rightful [bad word] disaster is heading on my way
But I’m the master of everything I say [bad word] to now
I don’t know how I’m made for such a time as this [bad word] from grace to make way for the King to take his rightful place
Reveal the curtain from my eyes
And [bad word] me
I don’t know how I’m made for such a time