get me away from here

I don't think I can take these voices

the same ones that you've heard for so long

do you feel the distress as you take on being sick?



where are you running?

where will you go?

don't bury yourself alive

and cower under these fearful ways



if time is of the essence

I pray that it comes fast

I know I lacked my faith

in the toughest era yet



just help me plan to carry

what breaks upon my chest

all in with the strength of the maker

this is knocking at your door

quit pulling what you can't handle

pulling so long the trees will grow weak



if time is of the essence

I pray that it comes fast

I know I lacked my faith

in the toughest era yet



all of these branches are breaking

but it still sticks to the roots

staying buried in this firm foundation



wash away the dirt that covers me

pull me from the filth I lie beneath

I will follow what you need me to be