Black And Blue

Go back into a holy state
And all the fire is gone
The layers you shed will all be renewed

Praises are drawn
And you sing
All will be gone

I don't taste the shame
No
I don't taste the shame
The ruckus
She's folding over
The patter on, on, on
I'll leave them all
I'll be done

I'm back into a holy state
Where none has been won
The prayers I make and chores to take through
Cried out; renewed
His teeth were all black and blue