If I am a temple
I am a temple with a market
Where a good deed
Is announced with a trumpet sound
Its a den of thieves
A hiding place for the he who deceives
Where gold is it's currency
And faith looses consistency
And all the while my lips speak of righteousness
But who am I but a fugitive from justice
If justice searched me out
I would be dead without a doubt
But alas there is
Mercy merry oh God have mercy on me
I do not desire to be your enemy
Mercy merry oh God have mercy on me
Look past the things I've done
I am the wicked one only you can save me
Only you have the power to save
For you are righteousness
And you are always good
For every time I lusted I know I can not be trusted
You have every right to be disgusted
As I stand before you now
The man the myth the monster
I am a monster
But you are good you are always good
You alone are good
You are always good
I know you will rescue me
I know you will rescue me
I know that you will never leave me alone
Until the day that you take me home
Until the day you take me home
