Shackles and Embers by The Burial (band) Lyrics

This porcelain witch drags me under
Her poisonous grasp erodes my will
My strength succumbs to selfish torture
If only my mind would just be still

This time, I swore it'd be different, I swore I had learned to cope
With this match I had set to tinder, with this ember on my lap
The excuses I've made can't hold up any longer
The promises made in vain are returning void to me

Behind those eyes hides a weak and fragile soul
Only longing for a place she could call home
Living in this subjugated hell
Taken advantage for every pain she felt

Disgusted and shamed by the decisions I have made
I turn to the place where my sin had, in anguish, been paid

"Father, forgive me, though I know just what I have done
Teach me to walk with You as though we are but one!"
In His great peace am I conceding
That which would cast me from His face
There is no foothold on my heart
These shackles will no longer hold me down