Paroles de 'Struggle' par Six Feet Deep

This world is grinding me down. The faith I've got seems so thin.
I know exactly how I want to live, but I crumble so fast.
There's no discipline!
My weakness is my downfall, but I only got myself to blame.
So two-faced and hypocritical, am I worthy to bear Your name.
This Struggle I embrace. Strength to run the human race.
Christ is worth twice the pain of life against the grain.
Forgetting what is behind, we press on toward the goal.
Striving for what's ahead, we take hold of this Struggle.
I think about how He suffered.
And how His sweat was like drops of blood.
Then I see how quickly I'm broken, and how fast I lose my faith in the flood
of dissipation, temptation, frustration, I fall on my knees.
This pitiful celebration of self, its got to cease!
how many times have I walked this ground
with repentance on my lips.
God how long will You strive with my selfishness?
how many times have I turned my back
to fill my heart with nothing
Father, You never forsake me, You gave Your life, I'll do the same.
We Struggle on!
FORGET - what is behind.
PRESS ON - toward the goal.
STRIVE - for what's ahead.
We take hold - OF THIS Struggle!
The pride and the greed, the selfish sense of need,
the anger unjustified, and self-righteous conceit.
The pitiful self-indulgence, the lack of self-control,
the self centered motives, and the trip of the ego.
It's time to rise, confront, and crucify.
It's time I start to live, it's time "I" finally died.
See, self is the thing, you've got to kill for the King,
there ain't room for the two within you. That's the truth.
Day in, day out, the sun rises and sets.
Pages turn in the life of ours, and we can't count the regrets.
Given free will to chose the path of Life, or to wallow in our failure.
From this point we'll Struggle on,
and never take our eyes from the Father.