I was obstinate.
My neck, an iron tendon.
My head was like a stone.
I did what I wanted.
Wretched, wretched, bound.
Gagged and shackled.
You give, You give life.
I ignore it.
Who would set me free from bondage,
and put sin to death,
put sin to death?
I have turned inward,
and out to things created.
I gave myself awayt to lies and things created.
Bring me, bring me back, my Creator.
Take me, Take me, Take me.
Every second.