Go back into a holy state And all the fire is gone The layers you shed will all be renewed Praises are drawn And you sing All will be gone I don't taste the shame No I don't taste the shame The ruckus She's folding over The patter on, on, on I'll leave them all I'll be done I'm back into a holy state Where none has been won The prayers I make and chores to take through Cried out; renewed His teeth were all black and blue