I did not run to you, Lost on my road of ruin I did not run to you, In my Godless run. Long had I gone to be A slave to my eyes, Lost at that cross to kneel Amazing grace saved my life... No, I cannot breath no more, No, I cannot breath no more, No, I cannot feel for sure. No, no I cannot breath no more. Oh how long, Lord? Did I kneel at the crossroads and run! Oh, bow down now, My king, my God, I come!
— W.A.S.P.