Texty: Grand Prize. Identity. Break Me.

Why do I do what I don't want to do
Why don't I do what I need to
Who will deliver me
From the wretch that I am

CHORUS
Break down pull my pride down
Break me away form me

I'm trapped again and I'm drowning in sin
I can't explain this feeling
Who will deliver me
From the wretch that I am

The endless cycle of demise
Feeling flight for compromise
Light is shining through the pain
Take these chains and break these lies