Paid in Blood Lyrics — R.J. Sloane

Paid in Blood is an outlaw gospel song by R.J. Sloane about the difference between the blood a man wastes on his own destruction and the blood that washes him clean anyway.

He bled from his own stupidity. He bled for nothing. A gutter, a bottle, sunken eyes in a mirror — and the slow realization that the cost wasn't just his. Then a preacher in an alley says four words that rip through everything: no one too far gone. The prodigal doesn't come home clean. He comes home knowing exactly what grace cost — and what his choices cost everyone he left behind.

VERSE 1
Blood minglin' with the rain
Runnin' down my hand
Bottle empty in the gutter
Right where I planned to land
Head poundin' like a war drum
Nothin' looks the same
Sunken eyes stare back at me
Hollow, lost, and ashamed
I'm headed to the grave

CHORUS
Dead inside
Numb
Still so much pain
Scrapin' my soul raw
Can't run far enough
Hard enough
Long enough
Breeze whips through the alley
And I think I see
The blood of
The One who died
For me

VERSE 2
I'm a ghost now
A shadow of the arrogant kid
Who wished his daddy dead
Never saw I was the wrong
Not him
Life dealt a harsh reckoning
Don't want to feel it
Want to go numb

CHORUS
Dead inside
Numb
Still so much pain
Scrapin' my soul raw
Can't run far enough
Hard enough
Long enough
Breeze whips through the alley
And I think I see
The blood of
The One who died
For me

BRIDGE
Preacher comin' down the alley
Bible in his hand
Don't need a lecture
Too far gone to stand
No saving me
Then he said it
Plain
Quiet
Ripping through me
No such thing
No one too far gone

FINAL CHORUS
Dead inside
Numb
Still so much pain
Scrapin' my soul raw
Can't run far enough
Hard enough
Long enough
Breeze whips through the alley
Could it be
The blood of
The One who died
For me

OUTRO
All I have to do
Is reach
Believe

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