Atone for your mercy
For you are a Saint in a stained glass window
Atone for your mercy
For you have a soul that cannot be bought by money
I've had such a hard time
I've been waiting my turn
Since the wretched day I was born
I've had such a hard time
I should not exist
You'll never find my trace on lovers lips
Atone for your mercy
For you are the Saint in a stained glass window
You aren't corrupted
You tell the truth and you face (ineligible)
I've had such a hard time
I should not exist
I'll learn till the day I burn
So don't pick on me
I know nothing comes next
I won't have any strength to protest
So Jesus let me die
Don't torture me more
I pitch my sights higher than this hardwood floor
Oh Jesus let me die
I can't do this anymore
Give me rest
I'm too tired to protest
Oh give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Oh give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
Give me rest
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