| Song | Drown |
| Artist | Theocracy |
| Album | As the World Bleeds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I see a ghost, a spirit | |
| Walking on the water | |
| He bids me come to Him | |
| Without a boat | |
| To walk upon the sea | |
| So I jump over the edge | |
| And take a step upon the water | |
| I’m getting closer | |
| As I feel the sea move | |
| Underneath my feet | |
| I feel the wind and hear | |
| The roar of waves | |
| That crash around me | |
| And when they get their hold on me | |
| I feel I’m going down | |
| Please don’t let me drown | |
| Like Peter all those years ago | |
| Who looked away and sank below | |
| When I sink in seas of doubt | |
| Will You take my hand and pull me out? | |
| The devil and the deep blue sea | |
| With open arms awaiting me | |
| But I won’t go down tonight | |
| If I keep my eyes on You, I’ll be alright | |
| God, the storms are heavy | |
| And the waves have beaten me down | |
| And the winds have turned me | |
| Every which way | |
| Round and round and round | |
| It’s so hard to focus | |
| But I don’t want to look away | |
| Even when the waves grow higher | |
| Every day | |
| Higher every day | |
| Waves and whirlwinds turn my eyes | |
| Raging under threatening skies | |
| The miracles of yesterday | |
| Can sometimes seem so far away | |
| Oh we of little faith, how quickly we forget | |
| Tired and battered by the waves | |
| Won’t let the waters be my grave | |
| Devotion deeper than the sea | |
| The ocean’s tide won’t swallow me | |
| A hand is reaching | |
| I grab it and rise |
| I see a ghost, a spirit | |
| Walking on the water | |
| He bids me come to Him | |
| Without a boat | |
| To walk upon the sea | |
| So I jump over the edge | |
| And take a step upon the water | |
| I' m getting closer | |
| As I feel the sea move | |
| Underneath my feet | |
| I feel the wind and hear | |
| The roar of waves | |
| That crash around me | |
| And when they get their hold on me | |
| I feel I' m going down | |
| Please don' t let me drown | |
| Like Peter all those years ago | |
| Who looked away and sank below | |
| When I sink in seas of doubt | |
| Will You take my hand and pull me out? | |
| The devil and the deep blue sea | |
| With open arms awaiting me | |
| But I won' t go down tonight | |
| If I keep my eyes on You, I' ll be alright | |
| God, the storms are heavy | |
| And the waves have beaten me down | |
| And the winds have turned me | |
| Every which way | |
| Round and round and round | |
| It' s so hard to focus | |
| But I don' t want to look away | |
| Even when the waves grow higher | |
| Every day | |
| Higher every day | |
| Waves and whirlwinds turn my eyes | |
| Raging under threatening skies | |
| The miracles of yesterday | |
| Can sometimes seem so far away | |
| Oh we of little faith, how quickly we forget | |
| Tired and battered by the waves | |
| Won' t let the waters be my grave | |
| Devotion deeper than the sea | |
| The ocean' s tide won' t swallow me | |
| A hand is reaching | |
| I grab it and rise |
| I see a ghost, a spirit | |
| Walking on the water | |
| He bids me come to Him | |
| Without a boat | |
| To walk upon the sea | |
| So I jump over the edge | |
| And take a step upon the water | |
| I' m getting closer | |
| As I feel the sea move | |
| Underneath my feet | |
| I feel the wind and hear | |
| The roar of waves | |
| That crash around me | |
| And when they get their hold on me | |
| I feel I' m going down | |
| Please don' t let me drown | |
| Like Peter all those years ago | |
| Who looked away and sank below | |
| When I sink in seas of doubt | |
| Will You take my hand and pull me out? | |
| The devil and the deep blue sea | |
| With open arms awaiting me | |
| But I won' t go down tonight | |
| If I keep my eyes on You, I' ll be alright | |
| God, the storms are heavy | |
| And the waves have beaten me down | |
| And the winds have turned me | |
| Every which way | |
| Round and round and round | |
| It' s so hard to focus | |
| But I don' t want to look away | |
| Even when the waves grow higher | |
| Every day | |
| Higher every day | |
| Waves and whirlwinds turn my eyes | |
| Raging under threatening skies | |
| The miracles of yesterday | |
| Can sometimes seem so far away | |
| Oh we of little faith, how quickly we forget | |
| Tired and battered by the waves | |
| Won' t let the waters be my grave | |
| Devotion deeper than the sea | |
| The ocean' s tide won' t swallow me | |
| A hand is reaching | |
| I grab it and rise |