Due to the fact that there is no single place on the internet that you can find Debtor's lyrics to their album "Deliverance", I've taken the duty upon myself to post them as a resource for those who may need them! This is all taken word-for-word from their old blog post on Myspace, which was deleted along with their account which they cancelled. I hand-typed this, so bare with me on any mistakes, comment as you've seen them and buy their music! bloodandink.bandcamp.com
1. Escape (Psalm 51)
I'm sinking, I'm drowning, I'm trapped under the deadweight of this apathy. This laziness is infecting my soul, it's dragging me down to pits of misery. There's darkness at the end of my tunnel, it's a dead end, I can't escape despair. Rescue me. Refresh, resurrect. Holy Spirit, renew life in me. Lord you are my only hope. I'm going down, I'm sinking fast. At the end of my rope, I know I won't last. My strength has failed me, got nothing more within to offer so I'm gonna die to this flesh, crucify whatever's left, the old life passes away. Nothing to lose, but everything to gain, I offer you this vessel.
2. Salvaged (Ezekiel 36)
I've been scattered, thoughts running wild, bringing calamity into all I do. It's spilling over into these evil words, my main objective completely blurred. Chaos polluting my mind, corrupting my intentions. My focus is dispersed, I'm in the dark, in need of direction. Lord, I'm feeling so far from you, won't you gather up whatever's left of me, and bring me back. So cold and lonely, so far from home, so desperately needing what you alone can give... an undivided heart. Cleanse me from impurity. Remove this heart of stone. Holy Spirit, move in me. Give me a heart of flesh. Not for my own sake, Father, but all for your name.
3. None Righteous (Romans 3)
There is a modern maxim made to rationalize and smooth the harsh edge of reality, an impotent flag of apathetic satisfaction, a numbing refrain of complacent self-gratification and masturbation: "I am a good person." We revel in changeless misery with misplaced hope that tomorrow we'll seize the day, and with that thought we are all perishing, some quickly falling, some slowly rotting, none hoping. What a sorry state, what a wretched place we are in, constructing these artificial lines in our mind that blind us, we separate, categorize and justify. My defense mechanisms will protect me from the truth, while I project lies on the sky to keep these eyes mesmerized, and this soul will idly lie sleeping... sleeping... and all the while, the body count is rising. Justice is dead. Brothers are killing brothers, husbands are beating wives, mothers are forsaking children, and fathers are raping daughters. Drop the flag and face the reality: We drink down evil like water. We are the bloodthirsty sons of murderers and the perverted daughters of pedophiles. There are none righteous. I'm nauseauted by the plague of the flesh, this maggot-ridden body of filth spit out. Save us from this death. My spirit growing weak thinking of the disease, concealed by our confidence, consuming our peace. The infestation goes far too deep, and in our own strength there's nothing we can do about it.
4. Failure (Job 42)
I've come before you a million times Lord, and though I know you don't remember, I'm still guilty now for hating myself for giving in over and over again. I'm incapapble of comprehending the agony you're feeling for my sin. I despise myself and repent in dust and ash. Humbled, on my knees, gracious God forgive me.
5. Hope for Death (Job 3)
I'm just a worthless waste of space, nothing goes right and it never will. The world I built has turned to dust. Despair and misery are all I can feel. Who am I? What's the point of this life? My groans are pouring out like water from this wretched weak and pitiful frame. I know I have no future here, but I will hold onto you. When everything I worked for withers up and collapses and all my best endeavors are worthless defeats, and all they would have gotten me anyway is empty vanity that rots to nothing - everything I do washed away by the waves, building sand castles with the tide coming in; the one pure thing that lasts is service to you; I want to make this count. So give me love, make me whole. Let my time be worth something at all. Give me love, make me whole. Restore my hope.
7. Radiant (Isaiah 40)
What could I ever say to you? I'm speechless when I see your glory. This stumbling tongue, it can't even start. It's overwhelming. In this moment I receive your unveiled majesty, but then it ends and I question. Will I feel the same tomorrow when I kneel to pray? Carve this on my heart. I'm clinging to a memory of being swept away in love, remembering infinity, reminded you're beyond it all. You are everything, and I won't forget.
8. Witness (Acts 7)
Hemmed in, surrounded on every side by men who hate me on account of you, torn down by their fury and spite, blindly raging against your voice, every shred of mercy has fled. I speak the truth, but they don't hear. I'm shut down by closed minds and hardened hearts, my cries for reason fall on deaf ears. But what is this flesh? It's just a vanishing mist, it's not my home, these eyes are fixed on what's true, believing you, and scorning every prized offered by these times. Unashamed in the face of this wrath, because this foundation is true, so we are ready to die. The mob's pressing in, heaven's filling my sight, I know there's no turning back from this promise of life... with steadfast resolve... gritted broken teeth, the stones are pounding me down, I'm being beaten into dust, pummeled into the ground. When I'm drenched in blood, hands raised to heaven I'll cry (Father), Lord of all (forgive them), take my spirit home (for they know not what they do) (your will be done).