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
