Wages of Sin

This is the weight of my guilt, the retribution for the blood on my hands
And every ounce I have spilled, every transgression, now justice demands
I have earned every nail, I've lived a life at every other's expense
Can't count the times that I've failed, can't say I didn't understand what I did
Hanging here for all to see, this body broken beyond recognition
I'd be lying if I said I'm owed less than each and every wound inflicted
And I know that only blood could set it right
And though it flows for all the filthy things I've done, it isn't mine
This is the vengeance of God, poured out for every wicked deed ever done
The death so rightfully ours willingly suffered by His innocent Son
This changes everything, 'cause it's not just any man that took my place on that cross
Nails through the wrists of the King of kings, and at the cost of His own life, He has ransomed the lost
Hanging here for all to see, this body broken beyond recognition
I'd be lying if I said I'm owed less than each and every wound inflicted
And I know that only blood could set it right
And though it flows for all the filthy things I've done, it isn't mine
There is no heart too dark, there is no debt too great
No daughter too far gone, no son beyond His grace
He was broken, and with His dying breath, He has broken every chain
He has tasted death, now death itself lies lifeless in His place
Long live the King!