Letras: Third Day. Conspiracy No. 5. Have Mercy.

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My will won't break, it barely bends
Same old sinner, the same old sin
On my knees to plead again
Confessions trial, where to begin?

Have mercy, on me a sinning man
Lord have mercy, on me a sinning man

If it's true that the wages of sin is death
Then I've earned quite enough to quit
The reward I deserve I'd surely get
Were it not for you to pay my debt

Oh, I don't think I can take this further
Oh, if it's not one thing it's another