Here I am, standing,
Barely with one foot on the ground,
Balance is lost, it can't be found.
Minds are demanding, and there was a time when mine was sound,
It used to be free, but now it's bound.
Finisher, oh, finisher, can you save me from myself?
I am blind, but I can see my life's as good as Hell,
I'm not God, I'm just a man,
What would ever make me think that I could get to Heaven all alone?
I'm taking on water,
And at any moment I'm going down; all from the weight of my own crown.
Finisher, oh, finisher, can you save me from myself?
I am blind, but I can see my life's as good as Hell,
I'm not God, I'm just a man,
What would ever make me think that I could get to Heaven all alone?
Finisher, oh, finisher, can you save me from myself?
I am blind, but I can see my life's as good as Hell,
I'm not God, I'm just a man,
What would ever make me think that I could get to Heaven all alone?
