...Paragons
Twisted
Everyone that's in the gym an expert but don't look how they want
Why can't we be judged by what good we've done
Instead of all our flaws
Don't grow weary in well doing though sometimes I might be slumped
Do not trip when you see me running to the conflict in the dust
Ohhh
Will ain't as strong as it should be
I can be swayed I don't have the answers (answers)
Im just tryna say I don't have it all figured out
My sin more harmful than some cancer
I'm kind of scared of commitment
I'm tryna fight through the glitches
And I really don't wanna waste time ain't my
Fault when I lose heart in this paradigm
Good thing that Jesus a friend of mine cause
I ain't perfect
Don't look to me
Two hands registered, ready for the action
Thoughts replaying of my track record (TRAGIC)
Faults of my own
Concrete cracked
Praying a white rose can bloom from the fractures
Forgive me for what I give into
Love ain't a sign I easily read into
Fingerprints stained with the angst of old
We speak in pain when it's all we know
I filter my trust, take it at face value
It's lot of legwork for a heel turn
Can't grow without a doubt
But
Am I great value?
Manufactured redemption; off-kilter?
We're the paragons that should not be (uh)
Grace broke the rules for the thought of me
Tried the best we could and still failed with ease
The flesh forever groans but now my spirit SINGS
I ain't perfect
Don't look to me
Is it human condition?
Is it something we owe?
Are we really just twisted?
Did grace really fix it?
Is there more to unfold?
Are we really just twisted?
I tried my best
Every mistake I've made led to this
Corrupted carbon copy in the flesh
Tired of potiential
What more can these hands hold in your name
Barely holding myself together
Does paradise have a cheatcode for me?
I know there's more I'm meant to weather
But the rain must have became a sea
Hold me close if your promise is valid
Tired of hearing the could be's
Overthinking all odds and my jagged pieces
Can't cop out and say C'est la vie
It's just human condition
It's just something we owe
Are we really just twisted
Did grace really fix it?
Is there more to unfold?
Are we really just twisted?
Twisted
Twisted
Are we really just twisted
Twisted
Everyone that's in the gym an expert but don't look how they want
Why can't we be judged by what good we've done
Instead of all our flaws
Don't grow weary in well doing though sometimes I might be slumped
Do not trip when you see me running to the conflict in the dust
Ohhh
Will ain't as strong as it should be
I can be swayed I don't have the answers (answers)
Im just tryna say I don't have it all figured out
My sin more harmful than some cancer
I'm kind of scared of commitment
I'm tryna fight through the glitches
And I really don't wanna waste time ain't my
Fault when I lose heart in this paradigm
Good thing that Jesus a friend of mine cause
I ain't perfect
Don't look to me
Two hands registered, ready for the action
Thoughts replaying of my track record (TRAGIC)
Faults of my own
Concrete cracked
Praying a white rose can bloom from the fractures
Forgive me for what I give into
Love ain't a sign I easily read into
Fingerprints stained with the angst of old
We speak in pain when it's all we know
I filter my trust, take it at face value
It's lot of legwork for a heel turn
Can't grow without a doubt
But
Am I great value?
Manufactured redemption; off-kilter?
We're the paragons that should not be (uh)
Grace broke the rules for the thought of me
Tried the best we could and still failed with ease
The flesh forever groans but now my spirit SINGS
I ain't perfect
Don't look to me
Is it human condition?
Is it something we owe?
Are we really just twisted?
Did grace really fix it?
Is there more to unfold?
Are we really just twisted?
I tried my best
Every mistake I've made led to this
Corrupted carbon copy in the flesh
Tired of potiential
What more can these hands hold in your name
Barely holding myself together
Does paradise have a cheatcode for me?
I know there's more I'm meant to weather
But the rain must have became a sea
Hold me close if your promise is valid
Tired of hearing the could be's
Overthinking all odds and my jagged pieces
Can't cop out and say C'est la vie
It's just human condition
It's just something we owe
Are we really just twisted
Did grace really fix it?
Is there more to unfold?
Are we really just twisted?
Twisted
Twisted
Are we really just twisted
Twisted
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Writer(s): Bryson Bates
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