The Sickness Is Back

Late in the night
I'm nursing the spite
And I'm all alone
Reflecting upon
The piles of wrongs
That I call my own

And I admit when I am
Faced with my own flaws
It's like a beast inside
It scratches and it gnaws

And it gnaws

The sickness is back
It hurts tonight
And I'm far from sleeping, Lord
Give me your rest
I need it now
Pick myself up off the floor

I need rest

My own confidant
A torture savant
I'm taking my aim
And yet to be seen
The difference between
Conviction and shame

Late in the night
The virus comes
To steal my breath
My heart is a beating drum
And it's pounding
In my chest

In my chest

The sickness is back
It hurts tonight
And I'm far from sleeping, Lord
Give me your rest
I need it now
Pick myself up off the floor

I need rest

The sickness is back
It hurts tonight
And I'm far from sleeping, Lord
Give me your rest
I need it now
Pick myself up off the floor

I need rest
I need rest

The sickness is back
It hurts tonight
And I'm far from sleeping, Lord
Give me your rest
I need it now
Pick myself up off the floor

I need rest
I need rest

Can you help me now



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Collins
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