mute the strings in between these notes (to create a percusive sound)
I must have been, Confused or vain, To let this evil in my brain
Lord did I, enjoy the change, That you made inside my heart.
Oh here they come
But I'm not afraid
There's no temptation
I can't evade
Stand up straight, look through the haze
I begin to walk, through the maze
Here they Come, They're all up on me
But I'm dead to sin like, some kind of zombie
I hear you speak and I obey - Some kind of zombie
I walked away from the grave - Some kind of zombie
I will never be afraid - some kind of zombie
I gave my life away
I'm obliged and obey
I'm enslaved to what you say