please, set me free. i'm becoming the epitome of what i oppose

that's a great line from the album i've been listening to fairly frequently lately. it was a xian hardcore band called six feet deep. (although friends of friends called them "six feet thick" because their sound was very heavy, chunky, thick, plodding, wall of sound stuff.) anyway, that line is from the first track ("angry son") of their first album struggle, which came out in 1994. lyrics follow...

born into a world i knew nothing of
no concept of pain, i didn't know what it was.
but i was young, innocent, and so naive,
and i soon found out how it is.

born into a world i knew nothing of
no concept of pain, i didn't know what it was.
i thought i could trust, i thought i could lean
on this world, but i soon found out what it means...

...to fall face to the ground.
try to get back up, pushed back down.
outstretched hand, broken wrist.
one more name on my blacklist.

didn't take me long to learn,
that if you trust, you get burned.
put a name to my pain......life.

attempt after attempt, can my heart
ever be free of contempt?

the scars in this flesh chronicle my life best,
eternal memories of why i've come to this.
the thorn in my side, the knife stuck into my spine
never again to trust anyone.
Father, heal your angry son.

the portrait of hate, i stare myself in the face.
mirror haunts, my fist bleeding, broken glass.
it twists, it writhes. it sinks its teeth into my mind
bending me against everyone.
Father, heal your angry son.

please, set me free,
i'm becoming the epitome
of what i oppose.

Father take the pain, blood of Your
only begotten paid ransom of my suffering.
to Your cross this albatross i bring.
template life led long ago,
son of G-d, cleanse my soul.
this hardened heart turn to clay
Father, heal your angry son.

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