I was born with a sin
We were all born into sin
And then Jesus died so that man could survive
Well, we're all born with a sin
I was raised up with shame
Some of my friends felt the same
And we prayed, and we cried, Dear God, close your eyes
Well, I can't handle this shame
So I bore this cross on my back
The needles, they sink in my back
I walked away, but the cross, it remains
Always stuck on my back
I was angry and lost
After all, Christ had covered the cost
Well if I'm such a burden that I don't deserve Him
I'd rather be lost
Yeah, if I'm such a burden that I don't deserve Him
I'd rather be lost
I'd rather be lost
I'd rather be lost