Fruitless Testo

my crutch has fallen
break my pride
mend my soul
break my heart
brokenness
temptations become my desires
no sign of conviction
as a dog returns to his vomit
I return to my inequities
chords of death entangle me
torrents of destruction fall upon me
chords of the grave coil around me
snares of death confront me
in my distress I call out to God for help
die to your ways
You're the victim of you
my eyes have seen
I have tasted the truth
but everyday remains the same
fruitless