God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I'm in.
I've had my fill of trouble; I'm camped on the edge of hell.
I'm written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case.
Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone - I'm a black hole in oblivion.
You've dropped me into a bottomless pit, sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.