Failure

I can't become what you said
Perfection is running through my head
Because I fall short of your glory

The candles lit but running out god be my match
Light me up like napalm gas and let me spread
The candles lit but running out god be my match
Light me up like napalm gas and let me spread

I fall so fast I'm scared I'll hit the ground
My sin is desperate to show it's so profound
I fall so fast I'm scared I'll hit the ground
My sin is desperate to show it's so profound