We Believe
Martin Cock
I know this much
I can't stand me
When i become him
I know this much
I don't feel free
When i'm repentant
Tell him this much
You don't want him
Due to extra skin
Tell him this much
You forsake him
Due to pretension
And now we have
Everything we need
To come up to
Where you're pristine
We believe
Tell him this much
You can't withstand
Taking it upright
Tell him this much
You felt dirty
Because it was tight
I know this much
That old feeling
I'm done hanging on
I know this much
Enough pretending
What was had is gone
And now we have
Everything we need
To come to where
Up you are clean
We believe