A Life Wasted Sleeping Testo

The spirit far from my head.
A life wasted sleeping.
I don❝t deserve to rest.
I am here to serve but sometimes I fell like I should be served.
Work for the world, work to live.
Can man live on bread alone? No.
I must serve my God (❝til my hands crack and bleed.)
Forever go on.
This day again and live this life❦
this sacrifice and give all glory to You.
Just think what we❝ll do, give all glory to You.