Felix Culpa

verse 1 Turn the lights on, look at what I have () See the twisted trophies of a dead man Countless stories, tell of sin and pain But they sing the sweetness of my savior’s grace verse 2 I’m a torn man, spirit fighting flesh () There’s a battle raging deep in my chest But all that haunts me, all that leaves a stain Only sings the sweetness of my savior’s grace ( A fortunate fall, my sins are stories of grace to recall A fortunate fall, I glory in my sins forgiven verse 3 Jesus bought me, and now I am His () Dying with Him, in His death I now live All my vices, to which I’ve been chained Only speak the sweetness of my savior’s grace Bridge And still I’m a wicked, wretched man, I do everything I hate I am fighting to be god, I seethe and claw and thrash and shake I have killed and stacked the dead, on a throne from which I reign In the end I just want blood, and with His blood my hands are stained See the God who reigns on high, He has opened His own veins From His wounds a rushing torrent that can wash it all away Grace upon grace, upon grace upon grace Grace..” Instrumental/Outro