There's something I really want to know.
Could you tell me why you want to live a lying status quo.
I don't believe it when you say that you already know His truth.
You're only running from a string of broken hearts and fading youth.
Don't give me that.
You can't even look me in the eye.
When I say Jesus came to earth to bear the cross, suffer and die.
He'll never leave us.
Then you tell me that your truth may not be mine.
What would you know about truth?
The scales on your eyes have made you blind.