Struggle — текст песни (Six Feet Deep)

This world is grinding me down. The faith I`ve got seems so thin.
I know exactly how I want to live, but I crumble so fast.
There`s no discipline!
My weakness is my downfall, but I only got myself to blame.
So two-faced and hypocritical, am I worthy to bear Your name.
This Struggle I embrace. Strength to run the human race.
Christ is worth twice the pain of life against the grain.
Forgetting what is behind, we press on toward the goal.
Striving for what`s ahead, we take hold of this Struggle.
I think about how He suffered.
And how His sweat was like drops of blood.
Then I see how quickly I`m broken, and how fast I lose my faith in the flood
of dissipation, temptation, frustration, I fall on my knees.
This pitiful celebration of self, its got to cease!
how many times have I walked this ground
with repentance on my lips.
God how long will You strive with my selfishness?
how many times have I turned my back
to fill my heart with nothing
Father, You never forsake me, You gave Your life, I`ll do the same.
We Struggle on!
FORGET - what is behind.
PRESS ON - toward the goal.
STRIVE - for what`s ahead.
We take hold - OF THIS Struggle!
The pride and the greed, the selfish sense of need,
the anger unjustified, and self-righteous conceit.
The pitiful self-indulgence, the lack of self-control,
the self centered motives, and the trip of the ego.
It`s time to rise, confront, and crucify.
It`s time I start to live, it`s time "I" finally died.
See, self is the thing, you`ve got to kill for the King,
there ain`t room for the two within you. That`s the truth.
Day in, day out, the sun rises and sets.
Pages turn in the life of ours, and we can`t count the regrets.
Given free will to chose the path of Life, or to wallow in our failure.
From this point we`ll Struggle on,
and never take our eyes from the Father.