La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
Maybe I'm not in control
Playing with fire, it's taking me over
I light the fuse and I'm watching where it goes
I wish you would stop me
This feels too good for it to be wrong
I'm just trying to follow my heart
Have I betrayed you all along
I'm in love with the mirror
But the face in the glass is a killer
Will I ever get out of my own way?
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I need you to make me right
There's a secret place that I go, it's hidden in my mind
I know that it's wrong, need to take a step into the light
Wanna give you all I got 'til there's nothin' left to hide
'Cause when I see you, I can't look you in the face, yea
It's like I'm running from myself, need you to take it
I can't do this no more, no more
I'm in love with the mirror
But the face in the glass is a killer
Will I ever get out of my own way?
Gotta taste it, but it's toxic
Here again, can't pretend I don't want it
Maybe the reason why I'm stuck on replay
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I need you to make me right
Change me, I need you to change me
Change me, I need you to make me right
Wake up from the wrong side
Wrong side of the fence
I got no defense
Can't run from the truth, can't run from my sins
This is the part where you pick me up, you gon' dust me off, and I swear to stop
So help me God, gimme one more shot
But I still want all the wrong, wrong things
'Cause I got all the wrong, wrong kings
Trying to be better but I'm never gonna win the battle 'til I throw the towel in the middle of the ring
Ring ring, call me out
Pull me out
If it thrills me it's gon' kill me, no doubt
I thought that vice was playing nice but it's just faking me out
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I want all the wrong, wrong, wrong things
I need you to make me right