Autonomy boats its beauty
Land of thorns and tired soil
The wealth of saviors has gone bankrupt
From guilty thirst, drink their blood
Judgment looks on man, his blistered sins
With countless legions still uncovered
Weighted with anguish I cry out
Let the burden lift, release my soul
Not one is righteous, no, not one
This empty holiness dead from the womb
And in rejecting the Son of Man
Men will take their place among the debtors
And if I cannot pay/Who will pay for me?
Who will pray for me?