I feel like running, yes it's time to leave My eyes see it but I don't believe
Your life is like a white washed tomb You speak of love, but your words are doom You speak of life, but your words are dead The blood of Christ rests upon your head You Lose
You think you're alright by the things you do But then you disregard the Lord's own truth
Your life is like a white washed tomb You speak of love, but your words are doom You speak of life, but your words are dead The blood of Christ rests upon your head
You lie, you die, but you can't go on You compromise, it's the same old song You play the part like you wrote the play But the ending just won't go your way You need Jesus, you need Jesus
Your life is like a white washed tomb You speak of love but your words are doom You speak of life but your words are dead The blood of Christ rests upon your head You lose, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose