"Desperate Times, Desperate Measures"

It's pretty intense...

I've been crawling around
In the dark for a while.
Sprawled out across the floor.
Not collecting dust anymore.
Define me a parasite,
Define my host.
Trapped beneath the floor,
I slowly waste away.

Now I pull my frail body into the chair
And look me in the face.
Oh, the disappointments, so disappointing.

This may be my last one,
It's gonna be good and hard.
It might be a touch out of key,
A touch out of key.

When this thing breaks,
I will be you, you will be me.
I'm afraid that this is really happening.
When this thing breaks,
I will be you, you will be me.
Let's hope this is short lived
And riddled with disease.

Oh God, the noise is ringing in my ear.
It's so unclear, so unclear
I hear them talking,
But can't make out the words.
Speak up, speak clear.

I hear them talking,
But can't make out the words.
Speak up, speak clear.

God, where have I been?
I'm a terrible company,
With zero apologies.
My God, where have I been?
Where have I been?

While I sink to the bottom,
I'll sing out as it fills with water.
I hope I've done enough.

When this thing breaks,
I will be you, you will be me.
I'm afraid that this is really happening.

I'm worn out
I'm worn thin
I will never break through

Let me out
Let me out
Let me out.

I was talking with someone the other day about how when we say things that are not of God, it can sometimes feel like it's some other force that is making us say destructive words. Yes, I may be the one who chose to say them, but sometimes I can hear myself say things and think while I'm saying them.. "wow, this doesn't sound like me, but I can't stop saying them.." as more rubbish comes out...

"...but no man can tame the tongue."
James 3:8

Like the song says "My God, where have I been?"
That visual is so powerful, of pulling my frail body off the floor into the chair and looking myself in the face to see the disappointments....
But when it's all over.. "when this thing breaks..." we won't have anymore disappointments.