Žodžiai dainai: Third Day. Conspiracy No. 5. Have Mercy.

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