Clots

And the clots, they never stop
 They barricade my veins
 And the clots keep building up
 They suffocate my brain
 I built them to destroy myself
 They're circling the prey
 I push until I break
 I feel them start to scrape
 The core of all I am is chiseling away
 And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time
 We turn to mud or turn to stone, it's the grand design
 A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside
 We all self-destruct, to love is to deny
 And that is life.
 And the clots, they never stop
 They tear beneath my skin
 And the clots keep building up
 They rip new holes again
 You're here to turn me inside out
 And then turn me away
 For all my life I'd choke
 On clouds of Savior's smoke
 Until my blackened soul was burning away
 We build our castles and we stomp them back to dust.
 Like ants, we climb the hill again.
 Tell me how many times
 Am I supposed to die
 Before you lift the cross and let a man rise.
 We are the clots.