I'm sitting with my heart out on the table
i'm doing a face to face with god
he picked up my heart and said,
what you want me to do with this?
i just blinked my eyes no smile, no laugh, no tears
no shrugging my shoulders
It crossed my mind, yeah i got an idea
you could take my heart and put it in a padlocked box
what if they grab too hard or smash it, or throw it down
i'm scared of being hurt, i just want to live, live a happy life!
you want to, you want to
soak my heart in gasoline
light a match and consume me
soak my pride in gasoline all of you and none of me
I was reminded my heart reeks of gasoline
it bears the mark of a slave committed to life
anyone who wants it will have to grab it from a real big god
try to touch me, you'll be consumed, you'll be consumed
I want to, i want to
I'm sitting here with my heart out on the table
next to a bloody mess that was once a man's heart
i looked at god and said, what do you want me to do with this?
he said, already done, already done, that heart was jesus