It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong.
You can't serve two masters. That's called treason. Either you serve Jesus with all your heart, or you serve yourself or some other idol you have, such as money, pleasure, etc.