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Creed - With Arms Wide Open: A Retrospective - My Own Prison (Radio Edit)
With Arms Wide Open: A Retrospective
Disc 1
01. My Own Prison (Radio Edit)
02. Torn (Radio Edit)
03. What's This Life For
04. One (Radio Edit)
05. What If (Radio Edit)
06. Higher
07. With Arms Wide Open (New Version with Strings)
08. Are You Ready?
09. My Sacrifice (Radio Edit)
10. Bullets
11. One Last Breath (Radio Version)
12. Don't Stop Dancing
13. Weathered (Edit)
14. Overcome
15. Rain (Pop Mix)
16. A Thousand Faces (Radio Edit)
Disc 2
01. To Whom It May Concern
02. Is This the End? (Scream Edit)
03. Bound and Tied
04. Young Grow Old
05. Silent Teacher
06. I'm Eighteen
07. Roadhouse Blues (Live at Woodstock, New York/1999)
08. Riders on the Storm
09. Blistered (Demo)
10. More Than This (Demo)
11. Why (Demo)
Disc 3
01. My Sacrifice (Live Acoustic)
02. My Own Prison (Acoustic Version / Extended)
03. Don't Stop Dancing (Acoustic Version #3)
04. With Arms Wide Open (Acoustic Version)
05. What's This Life For (Alternate Version)
06. Rain (Live Acoustic)
07. My Own Prison (Live Acoustic)
08. With Arms Wide Open (Live Acoustic)
09. Overcome (Live Acoustic)
10. One (Live Acoustic)
11. Torn (Live Acoustic)
12. Higher (Live Acoustic)
13. To Whom It May Concern (Live Acoustic)
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) so I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) we're held captive (I created)
Out from the sun (I created)
A sun that shines on only some (I created)
We the meek are all in one (I created my own prison)
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time